Occasionally (actually quite frequently), I see things that make me think of fly fishing. My thoughts are never far from wading a river with a fly rod in hand... no matter how much work keeps me away from the water.
As the classic old trucker hat says...
Here are a few of the suggestive things I've encountered in the last week or so...
Well... maybe this first one isn't so subtle. (I don't think the driver of this Mustang was a fly tyer... just a gut feeling, but he does have an expired car tag, and he's apparently a fan of the most recent Super Bowl Champs.)
|Perhaps another meaning? Initials maybe? Memphis ain't exactly fly fisher central.|
This one requires just a little more thought to make the connection...
|I'm not sure about these Hardy Bros, but Hardy is a legendary name in fly fishing.|
Then there's this street sign in the middle of suburban southeast Memphis... nowhere near flowing water... and certainly not near the river that just happens to be one of my favorite outdoor places.
The Ozark Zone Quality Smallmouth stream street sign above was accompanied by another street sign in Collierville (a Memphis suburb) that speaks of a certain Ozark Zone Blue Ribbon Smallmouth stream... that I've never gotten around to fishing. Again, the sign is nowhere near flowing water and certainly not near the creek in question.
|This one is just taunting me. Why are you where you are?|
So... what things in your daily life make you think you'd rather be fishing?