Three key realities came to me yesterday…a rush of joy and gratitude. And, more to the point, evidence that caring doesn’t need to bring an example of being a benefit immediately.
The realities: Zorba my Oregon fishing guide [aka Chris Vertopoulos], a Royal Coachman dry fly and a Pumpkin Seed fish.
A couple of years ago it struck me that my wading days were over. Not announced but realized. I had fallen too much, the pride was like a pin cushion, constantly jabbed by rocks in the river. Even my favorite stream of all time, Muddy Creek on the Grand River Ranch, had its peril.
It was also the case that whenever I could find a sale on dry flies and nymphs, I stocked up. You need a new fly? Give me a call.
Then, one day I said, actually fishing for steelhead on the Wilson River with Zorba, “Zorba, I have an idea.”
The idea was to gift him boxes and boxes of flies. Sure, he can tie most of them himself, but, hey, to have a back-up supply? Why not.
Then yesterday, I got this e-mail from Zorba with a picture:
My God-daughter’s little sister Robin, caught this gorgeous little pumpkinseed on a parachute Coachman that I gave her. It was from the batch of fly/fly boxes you gave me. Just wanted to share.
What a joyful moment. My gift helped someone. My #14 Royal Coachman brought joy to a little girl.
Here are the pictures…of the dry fly and the fish. Of course the Pumpkin Seed was returned, but…the point is joy visited in such a delightful way. Simply wanted to share how something little can be huge.