Drifting Through Big Sky Country
My love for fly fishing began, as a young girl, at my father’s old antique desk, picking through drawers of feathers and fur and shiny “mermaid hair”. After making my selections, my dad would show me how to use them to tie flies. Although my flies were purely artistic expression, I remember looking at the flies my dad would tie; intricate, beautiful recreations of mayflies, salmon flies, even grasshoppers. Although it may have taken me another 20 years to learn…
