Golden Boy

I recently spent the better part of an entire week on one of my favorite rivers to fish for Brown Trout. One particular denizen of this river showed up in the same lie every day. Clearly visible from where we would sit and eat our lunch, his glowing gold coloration earned him the name “Golden Boy”. Of course, being visible meant the fish, or more precisely, how to best catch the fish, was a daily topic of conversation. No conversation about fishing is complete without some sort of debate as to the type of fly and how best to present it. I have always largely believed that the presentation is more important that the fly itself.

At some point the debate elevated to a challenge, probably because Dan was sick and tired of hearing me explain how to best go about the task of catching “Golden Boy.” He’d had enough and simply told me to shut up and just go catch him. So, I set out to do that.

Exactly what happened next will remain a bit of a debate till the end of our days. Interesting isn’t it how two people with clear line of sight can have differing perspectives. There is no debate about the fact that Golden Boy ended up in the net. Challenge completed. The debate however, rages on. You can bet this one will end up as an essay at some point!

– C. H. Daniels