Taking simple, yet specific materials, and tying them into something intentional...then presenting that particular item to a trout, triggering the natural instinct in that fish to engage in a strike, is exhilarating...

Fly fishing, is an ongoing and ever-changing evolution of tactics sparked by our desire to catch the uncatchable.

Just as butterflies natural ability to fly is disabled if marred by human fingers our spiritual wings are disabled if marred by the human fingerprint of fear.

Not cry. Fly.
“I can’t fly,” Bran said. “I can’t, I can’t…”
How do you know? Have you ever tried?
The voice was high and thin. Bran looked around to see where it was coming from. A crow was spiraling down with him, just out of touch, following him as he fell. “Help me,” he said.
I’m trying, the crow replied…
The crow took to the air and flapped around Bran’s hand.
“You have wings,” Bran pointed out.
Maybe you do too.
Bran felt along his shoulders, groping for feathers.
There are different kinds of wings, the crow said…
Bran was falling faster than ever. The grey mists howled around him as he plunged toward the earth below. “What are you doing to me?” he asked the crow, tearful.
Teaching you how to fly.
“I can’t fly!”
You’re flying right now.
“I’m falling!”
Every flight begins with a fall, the crow said. Look down.

I couldn't kill a fly.

Under the stars we danced laughed and cried but when I look in to your eyes they make me fly