My first forays into fly fishing began about a year and some change ago in New York. A friend and I would take the Metro North from the Bronx up towards Brewster New York to fish the East Branch, a tailwater, of the Croton Watershed.
I made countless trips there all in pursuit of trout and I just couldn't really get it. Nymphing, keeping a dry on top, dead drifting, mending, etc... This was coming from someone who exclusively surf fished.
Last winter I did hook into one large rainbow who will remain etched in memory but I was broken off between some branches.
Anyway, last month I returned to Brewster on one of those hot days and fished with confidence. I nymphed some fast water, made the necessary mends, and was able to finally land my first trout, a Rainbow.
That also sparked an interest in tying trout flies.
Since that magical experience I've been going on trips for trout. I landed my first Brown in Beaver Creek not long ago after spending alot of time picking through 2 rats nests and had a great day on the Gunpowder River last Saturday. I got into 5 beautiful browns, one who took a leap out from some boulders.
All the frustrations that may have come along while fishing for trout were and are all worth it.