As if you needed one. Besides the trail running, the bicycling, the dense charm, the history…how about the integration of fly fishing in your village stroll? A friend of mine took this great shot of a fly fisher she happened upon in her travels.
After struggling to make it through the gratuitous and distracting art house animation that crowded the soul of KISS THE WATER, I was compelled to find out more about Megan Boyd, the legendary fly tier. While the content of Ms. Boyd depicted in animation is that of a slender, clearly breakable, stock figure of femininity the description of Ms. Boyd given by those who knew her are contradictory. As the film ends, Megan is shown working at her bench in a her standard jacket and tie.
After the film, I stumbled upon a comprehensive and wonderfully interactive site detailing the contributions of women throughout the history of fly fishing. After a little clicking, I found the wearing of suits to be the trademark of other major figures recognized in the exhibition. It’s an exciting discovery for me because I have always had an affinity for the suit and tie….I mean if you like pairing color, it just doesn’t get any more festive than a suit and tie! So many combinations in such a practical, wearable configuration. I will be doing more research on this trademark and perhaps perusing my local thrift shop for a get-up of my own. If you see a lady in a very nice suit catching huge trout on the river this season, please say hello. If I have an extra Megan Boyd fly kicking around, I might be feeling generous!
For more information and to view the really well designed and documented exhibition history of Women in Fly Fishing presented by the American Museum of Fly Fishing visit:
See these gals sporting suits pictured below: Megan Boyd, Julia Freeman Fairchild, Carrie J. Frost
In 2011 the American Museum of Fly Fishing opened its ground-breaking exhibition, A Graceful Rise, to highlight the careers and contributions of fifty-two women, from the fifteenth century to the twenty-first century. Though the exhibition closed in 2013, the Museum digitally prepared the materials for an eventual online program. This online version of the exhibition recreates the gallery experience enjoyed by thousands.
Another fishing season begins in earnest for me this morning. Amidst rain and fog, a brookie triplet. Two reasons these fish earn big smiles from me; #1-they are typically the first of the season for me and…#2-their deeply saturated blue and red spots seem almost psychedelic after a long winter of monochrome. Brookies arrive on my line with the phlox and the daffodils. They signal stoop-sitting with morning coffee, rivers readying for wading…these are the dormant visions the first brookie awakes. Makes me just want to hug them with silly, uncoordinated excitement! Experience has proven that kissing, rather than hugging them, is the way to go.
After seeking trout in the quickwater section upriver, we sit back and paddle or way through what I would consider one of the most serene and picturesque rivers in NH/ME. For a moment, under the twin Diamond Peaks, I felt the whisper of Alaska (minus the 28 hour travel requirement, the retirement fund drainage, and yeah- the large and hearty abundance of amazing fish.) But still, up at 5 a.m. and in my own bed by 8 p.m., even without the catch I’ll call it a huge success.
Looking west to the Diamond Peaks
Snaking flat water
You know you’re in New England when…
Looking toward the Diamonds
Some people celebrate the end of the week with a trip to the bar with coworkers on Friday afternoon. But for some of us, a highball is a trout hooked near the surface and a lowball is one enticed from the deep. I am fortunate to have a couple of very nice “bars” on my way home from work. Today is particularly special as there is a large OPEN sign at first glance. Finally, the ice has cleared. Ladies’ night? Two fer one? Nope. Not this afternoon. But it sure feels nice to be back on the stool.