Anna Ortega

Perspective

Maybe it was the morning light dancing along the river’s surface or the water softly lapping at my knees. Maybe it was the gentle breeze carrying the sweet pine smell through the valley or the tug on the line that allured me. Something in that early morning made me transfixed. Entranced. Mesmerized. Hypnotized. It was my first time fly fishing, and with every cast, I knew it would not be the last. From that moment on, my fly boxes were bursting with stoneflies, copper johns, scuds, RS2s, and se