There are large thunderclouds rolling over the mountains, the morning air is cool and crisp, the smell of rain is in the air and all I can think about is putting my line in the water. But the large fish still are there. The fish are smarter in the late summer than they are in the beginning of spring, because they have seen numerous fly patterns and probably are more educated in real insects than hand-tied flies. The challenge makes the thrill greater when you pull a trophy-size cutthroat out of a back country stream.
Camping means a lot to the most adventurous.
And when combined with fly-fishing, no Christmas present in the world can compare. Camping means not having to keep up with the daily grind of society and its unwritten laws. In simple terms, an adventurer doesn't have to take a shower, doesn't have to shave and can put on a hat instead of brushing his hair. There is more to fly-fishing than meets the eye. Fly tying is an art.