Photos by Pete Muller @pete_k_muller | So began a period of quiet study, through books and websites, trial and error, in this graceful, patient art. I made nearly a dozen trips to the rivers of central Kenya before feeling even a nibble from the trout below. But despite an initial lack of success, my excursions created both ease and excitement within me. As I’d walk and cast, and sit and write, I understood that the hooking of fish was but an excuse to explore and observe. To notice the sweet, enveloping scent of angel trumpets as the sun begins to set behind the hills. To watch pairs of black African ducks surf the current as midmorning sun chases out the mist. To once again consider things both bigger and smaller than me.
And as the fish began to take my flies, I came to know that the river had given me more than I had initially asked for. I’d arrived in search of peace and pastime, a counterweight to the stresses in my life. But as I waded in the eddies, in a cathedral of mist and wood and leaves, I felt connected, as I did on the summer days of my childhood, when sand sharks and puffer fish made my heart beat with curiosity and wonder. Follow me @pete_k_muller for more reflections on the world and our place in it. #kenya #africa #flyfishing #fishing #travel