Frank.Kozak

The angler observes and tries to imitate the world around him. He chooses the fly of a similar size, pattern, and color as the insects he sees rising; he flicks his line back and forth over his head to lay his fly down without too much splash where fish are feeding. He notices the wind direction; he matches the length of his line with the depth of the water; he waits for the afternoon to cool off and rises early to beat the morning sun. He fishes little midges in the spring, thick hairy buggers in the summer, and slim nymphs in the fall. He sees the natural world as a puzzle he tries to solve, and his success is measured absolutely: when the surface breaks, the fly disappears, and he feels that unmistakable tug.