![]() Why learn how to fly-fish in the Black Hills?įirst of all, it’s beautiful. I manage to get tangled up in the line, hook Gamet in the thumb and catch nothing until the afternoon.īut once I do, look out. I feel about as elegant as an elephant doing ballet Phyllis, on the other hand, is like a woman possessed, and not only does she catch a half-dozen fish in the first hour, she announces that fly-fishing might be her thing. That’s why we’ve been waist-deep in Center Lake, wearing what feels like footed pajamas made out of rubber, trying to look like female versions of Brad Pitt, elegantly swooshing our rods back and forth. Streams that never existed before have coaxed bullfrogs out from the primordial ooze, and existing streams are running so high that it indeed could be deadly to wade in. On this day, nature has given us enough water throughout the Black Hills to start thinking about building an ark. “Nature gives you the pieces, and you have to figure the game out as you go along.” “Fly-fishing is sort of like a chess game that’s constantly being presented to you,” Gamet says. We’re fly-fishing in Custer State Park, specifically Center Lake - not our first choice, but today our best choice because it has been raining for about 40 days and 40 nights, and the streams are running so high that Black Hills residents who don’t even fish are wearing waders just in case. On the drive we talked about the mystique surrounding fly-fishing, a sport that has inspired poetry and a seemingly purposefully esoteric language, not to mention the fly-fishing-focused movie “A River Runs Through It,” which certainly drew more attention to an already obsession-inducing pastime.īut so help me, the second I land my first fish, a lovely 9-inch rainbow trout, what immediately pops into my head is the line “Give me back that Filet-o- Fish!” from the McDonald’s commercial. We were just starting to get the hang of this fly-fishing thing, I and my dear friend Phyllis Reynolds, who gamely said, “Sure!” when I asked her to hop on a plane from Pennsylvania and then ride along to the Black Hills of South Dakota to try something we’d always thought looked kind of intimidating. Digital Replica Edition Home Page Close MenuĪfter six hours of shiver-inducing cold and leaden dampness, the sun has finally appeared over the lake, taking the day from dark and near- freezing to bright and hot so quickly that it’s like someone flipped a switch.
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