Everyone starts somewhere - for myself it was at a quiet lake up north. The day was perfect, warm, sunny, no breeze to speak of - just a beautiful, early summer day. I was standing out at the dock casting - spin casting - yes, hook, sinker and worm. Relaxed and watching a man on shore swinging this rod back and forth, my curiosity got the best of me. I meandered over and asked the man what he was doing - fly fishing - seriously people do that! I honestly thought it was something from the movies, the olden days. I am sure he felt my reaction was hilarious.
That was my start in fly fishing, on that quiet lake fishing for bluegill, and I have never looked back - my spin rods are collecting dust these days, and I am continually looking for my next fly fishing adventure.