3 hrs; 2 rainbows; 1 willow.
After a couple of months of fly fishing daily, your pace – your ‘have to fish’ – dampens. That doesn’t mean that you don’t want to be on the water – far from it. But it does mean that the urge to conquer shifts to appreciation and “simply being” a little more.
And you allow things to unfold a little more.
One afternoon at the end of a trip to New Zealand, we came upon 2 rainbows under a willow. Truthfully it would have been easy to simply catch the first quickly and maybe have the second stick around and catch it (or not) and then continue on with the day. But there was magic in the spot. The Nor’Wester was howling. The shadows in the willows were tough. But here we were in a sunspot that radiated everything in the pool. And two stunning rainbows were happy. It was tough to get the camera in position to shoot all that we wanted, but we wanted to take the time to make sure some sense of place came through so you could peek over our shoulders.
That took a lot of time and patience to set up in order to get the shots, but what else were we going to do on a Nor’Wester afternoon at the end of a couple of months of fishing every day?