To start this post off proper I must begin with a quote from Theodore Roosevelt:

“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”

We hear it all the time from our buddies, or even utter the words ourselves when we get skunked. We say, It was just good to be out on the water. Or, beats being indoors. All the while secretly inside we are dying of shame. Or maybe I’m the only one.

But we all say something of the like at some point or another- because at some point we all get skunked. And that’s ok… just, well not in a 1 Fly tourney.

I wanted to have a glorious post for y’all after this weekend- because I was going to win the Living Waters Fly Fishing 3rd Annual 1 Fly. In fact, despite the rain this was how I started of the day:


Do you see the poise? The good form? Well, the trouble is with those lanky arms and a bad cast is that I also have a quite the range on the back cast. So, an hour and one tree into it I was already out for the day.


After a quick tweet declaring my my misfortune, I was quickly informed that I would not be the only one scoring up a goose egg. And to be honest too- the conditions sucked all around. Rising flows, continued rain, stained water… two fish could take the win. Too bad for Jason misery loves company and he didn’t land anything either.


In fact, when we strolled into the fly shop we realized everyone had it tough all around. We were in a room full of non-winners but there were smiles all around.


At the end of it- it was a good time. It sure did beat being indoors and I never had such fun failing. Sure, I had to tie another fly with no chance of winning- but I was out there doing what I love when others weren’t. That doesn’t make me better than anyone? Nah… just a bit happier maybe- knowing my next win will be that much sweeter.

See you on the ground,