I like to think I am a fairly level headed, upbeat person but yesterday was an off day. The day started out on a sour note and got progressively worse. It’s not that anything bad happened but rather nothing was going quite right. My son Jake had been cranky throughout the night to the point that he may have been awake more often than he was asleep which didn’t help. I think our household’s circadian rhythms were just off kilter. After attending my first meeting of the day my decision to work out of my home office quickly morphed into taking a mental health day so I grabbed my gear bag, jumped into my car and headed for the nearest stream to my house which is Bronte Creek.
For those not familiar with Bronte Creek a great description is available on Trout Unlimited Canada’s Ted
Knott Chapter website (http://tutkc.org). This creek is a local and accessible oasis of calm for any angler who is looking for a fun outing and it is a preferred haunt for anglers who need a quick escape. As I parked my car in Lowville and took the keys out of the ignition I could feel my anxiety start to subside and by the time I had my waders on and my rod lined up my frustration level had dropped well below the ‘#@&% you’ threshold. The sun was out, the humidity had dropped and I had a fly box waiting to be opened.
Bronte Creek at Lowville is not difficult water to fish but as I mentioned earlier it is fun. Through the efforts of Trout Unlimited Canada and other like-minded organizations this watershed is undergoing a rehabilitation program that is improving the fishery ten-fold. River bank stabilization projects and a
fish stocking program have made the angling in this area excellent for those who don’t mind catching smaller fish and yesterday was one of those days. I am a huge fan of dry fly fishing and the fish in the creek were on the same page as the longer I spent on the river the broader my smile grew. Trophy anglers may disagree but an afternoon of catching a couple of dozen creek trout that are 6 to 8 inches on a dry fly is fun – and the perfect way to get my mental state back on track. What made the start to my day even better was meeting a fly angler from Hamilton at the end of the lane where I had parked who kindly shared not only his knowledge of the creek but one of his own custom flies he had been fishing that was working particularly well (thanks Dennis – it worked for me also!). His generosity and kind words were a harbinger of things to come and the following 4 hours were exactly what the psychiatrist ordered.
As I was wrapping up my day I rounded a bend in the river and saw the only other angler I encountered casting into a riffle above a bridge. We waved from a distance and as I approached I introduced myself by first name and said I was finishing up. As we chatted I added that I hoped his day was going as well as mine and he smiled and said, “It’s going great – I just caught my first fish!”
“First fish of the day?”, I asked.
“No. My first ever fish on a fly!”
What I then learned was that Brian Mori and his son Michael had come to Bronte Creek directly from WILSON’S an hour earlier where they had invested in new Sage rods, Abel reels as well as Simms waders, boots and
vests. I smiled when he told me this and then thanked him for the business – which initially puzzled him until I introduced myself as the owner of the store. We both laughed at the irony of our meeting and, to be honest, sharing the excitement of Brian’s first trout on a fly was the perfect reminder of what first drew me to this sport and also why I love being in fly fishing retail. There may be more noble pursuits in business but none more important than one that helps people enjoy the small pleasures in life. Congratulations Brian – and thank you for allowing me to share this moment with you and your son.