My parents had two girls and then a boy, so growing up I was exposed to an equal amount of girly activities (dancing, singing, piano lessons, and art classes) and boyish pastimes (camping, fly fishing, hiking, skiing, and shooting).
As young children, my brother and I learned to fly fish together on the banks of our backyard pond. In conjunction, we were also taught how to tie flies to be used for bait. I always loved fishing with the boys and even obtained my nickname from fly fishing.
Recently, I spent the afternoon fly fishing with my father in the heart of the Great Smokies. There is a calm serenity walking deep into the forest to find a creek bed covered with lush green moss and a still section of water to cast your line into. The familiar smell of home. Mother Nature. I’m so thankful to have this time to share with family in such a beautiful place!
