Spring has always been noted as the time when life is reborn. Unfortunately, not all of life is made up of things that we wait impatiently all winter for their rebirth. For one, I actually enjoy my winter reprieve from flies. The pesky critters annoy me with such persistence during the fall that when the first bug smacks my windshield in the spring, I’m reminded that not everything about spring is flowers and ice cream cones.
As is usually the case, though, I’m finding that not everyone shares my feelings. Some people hold no disdain for bugs. My brother introduced me to a term a few years ago that is the study of bugs: entomology. He actually spends valuable time watching videos that explain a bug’s life from egg bug to baby bug to dead bug. As you may have guessed, I don’t watch those videos. I was curious as to why a currently employed adult would show interest in something as worthless as a bug, and when my curiosity was quenched, I found out that my brother has a gateway habit: he’s a fly fisherman.
While I’ve spent my hours researching why spraying elk urine on myself might increase my odds of getting an arrow in a big bull elk, my brother has been studying the life of bugs in hopes to increase his chance of hook ups with big trout. I’m beginning to realize that sportsmen are just a little bit odd.
It just so happens that my brother loves the spring time because after spending all winter fishing tiny midge patterns he can finally start throwing fake bugs that he can see much more easily. I wasn’t even aware that bugs hatched in the winter, but as close as I can understand, they do they’re just tiny. And now, as the weather warms, they are less tiny. I hope you’re taking entomology notes here I am not even charging a fee!
So, this rebirth of flies can be enjoyed by some, I guess. It doesn’t mean I have to understand it, though. I’ve been fly fishing with my brother a couple times and I spent most of the trips giggling over the funny names fly fishermen give their flies. At one point on a steelhead trip, I was throwing a pattern called a Green Butt Skunk. On another trip I was throwing a Brown Duck Butt X-Caddis. How can someone concentrate on fishing when the name of the lure is just downright silly?
My brother has so engrossed himself in this bug thing that he insists on tying his own flies, and now even sells his creations through his online store and a few Idaho retail stores. So, if bugs are your thing and fishing is your thing, then happy bug rebirth to you.
*I’ve always wanted to sign off an article in that way.