Field & Stream

 

I don’t really remember where the love for the field became the stream. As a child, I remember my brother subscribing to the magazine, Field & Stream. I fell in love with the notion of sitting in a cold duck blind either on upland waters or in a 6x8 box on stilts somewhere in the Core or Pamlico Sounds. When my son was too young to remember, I’d haul off to Hyde County which at the time was the eastern flyway mecca of waterfowl. We’d sleep in dives, get up at 4 am, wader up, and walk into impoundments of flooded corn aka cocaine for ducks. Unlike deer hunting, waterfowl hunting is a social sport. As my son, Lewis gained in years, his first love was deer hunting. He reached the local pinnacle of a nice 10-point buck at our family farm. However, as the taxing duties of climbing a deer stand, sitting on a cold seat, still and alone waned, Lewis was introduced to The Duck Commander where he learned the tricks of the duck call and later was led to &saving faith by Phil Robertson, the Duck Commander himself. We would later drive 5 hours one evening to the Greenville, NC Duck Expo to meet him in person. 

Lewis and I took many trips duck hunting, watching the sunrise and the feathered creatures land in our group of decoys. Those days were incredibly exciting. We experienced many reservoirs in the local area and sounds, salt marshes, and natural lakes along the North Carolina Coastline. 

The evolution of the human heart is interesting. Lewis was introduced to one of my great loves in his twenties. As a child, I was hooked on fishing. I remember bungee cording my tackle box to my Honda XR75 and putting my bait caster between my legs and over the handlebars so I could motorcycle to local farm ponds. My local friend Grover and I would “tear them up.” We kind of had a competition as to who would catch the most. My Dad and Mom during this time would take the ole john boat and use a flyfishing rod and popping bugs to catch the bream and bass at the local ponds as well. I was intrigued by the art of a wisping line being laid inches from the bank. The fish would pop the topwater lure, take it under and they would pull the fishing line into the boat to net the fish. That was probably my genesis of flyfishing. 

I purchased the entry-level Clearwater rod and reel in my twenties and returned to the ponds I roamed as a child. A few times I would go to the mountains to find a trout stream to try my luck. Honestly, it was more an experience of seeing the wonder of our mountains than landing the beautiful rainbow, strong brown or native brookie. The year 1992 created a vision in my mind of a beautiful story and the epic rivers of Montana. I visited Montana on a family trip in the early 2000s where we saw the rivers, but we never stopped to fish or wade. Finally, after many years, Elizabeth and I spent a week in Helena, Montana whereby a random yellow page ad, we chose a guide to put us on the Missouri River. Craig, Montana. Trout central. Our guide, who is now a close friend, Taylor Todd, was not only a guide but a teacher. After 8 hours on the river and 20-25 large rainbows, Elizabeth’s mammoth brown; I knew I had to introduce Lewis to the stream experience. The next summer, we came back to Montana, this time with Lewis. The experience was equal to the previous year. I remember seeing his eyes when he landed his first fish. The memory is almost like slow motion. We were surrounded by Wolf Creek and Dearborn Canyons that line the wide flowing river once traversed by Meriwether Lewis and William Clark.
Connecting with the water’s current and feeling a tight fly line with a trout on is almost electric.

On that trip, I watched the evolution of a committed duck hunter to an all-in trout fisherman. Since that trip, I have watched Lewis become a master at the art and science of all thing’s trout. It has increased his geographic knowledge of the North Carolina Mountains. Truly, a large part of my life has been in the field and stream. All things said the experience has been grandeur. The sunrises have made me speechless; the sound of the streams has given me peace. The inheritance my son has gained being connected to nature gives me great satisfaction.