I believe that an angler's fly box is more personal than a teen-age girls secret diary.
I fly-fished feverishly from the early sixties to around 1980. I caught my first trout on a fly at age 10. It was a 15 inch rainbow on a McGinty dry fly. I had an automatic fly reel. My family had a cabin on the Raystown branch of the Juniata River that is now under 100 feet of water called the Raystown Res. I learned to fish there with the help of an uncle I will always hold dear.
I stopped fishing because I discovered that there were very few trout that I could not catch and, with that in mind, I let my heart be my guide and decided that I had no right to hassle these exquisite creatures when all they wanted to do was live a peaceful, bug eating life.
Now, almost 30 years later, I have returned to the craft to find the technology has advanced the sport to heights way beyond my wildest dreams and that trout are, once again, hard to catch. Why the change of heart? I'm nearing retirement and have had the calling to fish that goes back to my earliest memories (picture a 5-year old tossing a screen-mesh kitchen sieve tied to the end of a fishing line out into a storm-swollen creek. That, I did, and lost the sieve in the first cast of my life). Knot problems with me go back that far.
I started fly-fishing again about 2 months ago to find low waters and spooky trout. I also discovered that my reflexes have declined as much as my eyesight. I was a fanatic nympher back then. I caught many large trout, including a state record (at the time) brook trout that I released rather than reported. I live in Western Pa and currently fish local streams. In the old days, you would have found me on Spruce Creek or Penns Creek, along with the local streams, which I find have changed drastically in 30 years. I loved Spruce and Penns. Haven't returned yet. They stayed in my heart and dreams all these years that I have denied the calling.
I still have my old rod (ancient Fenwick HMG 9'3" graphite) and replaced my 5'3" fenwick glass rod (it broke) I used on small, forest streams with a 5 footer I bought from Bass Pro shops (it was the only 5 foot rod I could find). I still have all of the flies I tied, though many are worse for the wear and practically useless. Over the years, most of my tying equipment has been misplaced or lost in moves. So I'm restarting in that area. Sorta. My eyes aren't that sharp anymore which makes tying flies, as well as tying on flies, very difficult, even with magnifiers. So I mostly use already-tied flies (as if ties not yet tied are anything more than a hunk of iron and some feathers/foam/synthetic/rubber/glitter/whatnot).
I've caught a handful of trout, so far. All rainbows. I'm not quite tuned in enough to fool my main target--browns. Back when I stopped fishing, I used a lot of terrestrials in late summer that were made of cork and feather. They were killers back then. Now, with the flood of foam flies, not so much. Nowadays, it almost seems that something plopping on the water is more of a threat than a treat to trout. I had a big trout on the other day, but, having completely forgotten how to deal with such a creature, I never came close to landing him. It was his show all the way. He slammed a streamer in cloudy water. A streamer I tied sometime back in the mid seventies. He broke me off in a log jam. I still can't get over how physically engaging that was for the 10 or 15 seconds that it lasted.
All my old fishing friends have moved or quit the craft for some reason or other. I like the solitude, yet miss the cameraderie, especially with a big trout breaks my line. Those kinds of things you've just GOT to tell someone about. I truly am amazed at the technology of today, from 7X tippets you could tow a semi with to exquisitely realistic flies tied with bicycle inner tubes.
I was very creative and came up with many flies and situational solutions that, back then, made sure that I, and anyone with me, caught trout that day. Today, not so much. Not having a full complement of tying equipment/materials, eyes notwithstanding, severely limits my creativity.
Back then, I had my own business and had a lot more time to fish and it's killing me now that I have to work every day. It's maddening on those days when you just know they are biting. Then, I dang near fished every day. In fact, one year, I managed to go fishing at least once every day the temps were above 60. I was truly a fanatic.
I've lurked here for a while and have found it to be a pleasant place to visit so I signed up. As I said, I have the calling and have denied it for some 30 plus years. Now that I'm listening again, some magic has returned to my life. And, now that I'm back, I have signifigantly increased my chances of catching that mermaid.
That said, I'll give a shot at a limerick
The trout is a creature, I think
That's easily missed if I blink
They willfully taunt
My flies, they don't want
And inevitably drive me to drink
My brow is furrowed. . . FURROWED I tell you!