Exactly three years ago today—March 19, 2011—young fly-fishing guide Anthony Greer passed away unexpectedly. He was a passionate fly fisher, and at the time the 24-year-old was working full time as a guide at Flaming Gorge Lodge, in Dutch John Utah.
His father Mark Greer tells me that his son was writing a fly-fishing book at the time, and penned this short prologue. On the anniversary of his passing I wanted to celebrate his life and his passion for the sport by publishing his thoughts on "The River."
Where does one venture when the responsibilities of life weigh heavy upon the mind? The answer, of course, is very simple. We go to where no others bother to look. The places we visit, time after time after time. The River.
She's always there. Always willing to share her bounty to the dedicated. The few. The ones who got the 'bug' early, and have never ceased to stop the quest for knowledge. The River, although a temptress at times, never ceases to amaze, and even if she takes your breath away--we always find ourselves coming back for more.
This, my friends, is not passion, hobby or sport. It cannot as easily be summed in those words. In a few enlightened anglers' minds lies an addiction so deep, I dare say, that even after a lifetime of angling they would begin to feel 'satisfied'.
Or maybe these are just the rants of one lone fish bum?