Day with mentor relaxing

Fortunately, what I do for stress release is also safe from the coronavirus. I fly fish, mostly solo.

Asa Hutchinson helped my ability to fish a great deal by including it among the list of things that are still OK in our social-distancing habits. You avoid “the bug” by tying on a bug. Thank you, Governor. It helped with my wife.

I match the hatch in the river. Hopefully, I’m stopping the hatch elsewhere. My wife approves. I can go by myself, then tie flies at night when something works.

There is good news: a lot is working on the Bull Shoals tailwater of the White River right now. And, guides are free since folks coming by airplane from far away places have canceled.

If you know a guide, call them right now. I can recommend one who is related, Norfork’s Kristopher Bouldin. He guided me Sunday and we boated 150 in five hours. There were several giant brown trout landed with a fly rod.

It was glorious. And, it was safe. If I hadn’t been fishing with Kristopher, I would have been with him at home. He’s married to my daughter and lives next door.

My favorite place is the White River below Bull Shoals Dam. I fished there for a few hours several days over the last week. I did not park near anyone, but there were only three other vehicles in the parking lot those days. I never came within 50 yards of another person.

Well, that was until Tuesday. My fly fishing mentor found a rental to “social distance” on a bluff above the White River. Jeremiah Gage, his wife Ginger, and son Wyatt are like family. They are able to work any place, because it’s tied to a laptop these days.

Work at home is what most of us are doing. They found a place to quarantine for a few weeks, and it’s right above Bull Shoals State Park. They can look straight down and see if the bite is on.

I can save anyone the guess work. It’s on.

I decided the best way to see Jeremiah and Wyatt was on their first father-son fly fishing trip, always staying a few yards away. Little did I know that Wyatt would catch a trout on their first cast in the spot I showed them.

Quickly, I became their video man when Jeremiah put the rod in Wyatt’s hands to “fight” and land a rainbow trout. The fish was like Wyatt, young for the river. It was the perfect combination.

Wyatt did his part, including a smile for the camera and a pretty good quote when prompted, “Cheese!”

This was full circle stuff for me, guiding Jeremiah and his son.

It was about 20 years ago when Jeremiah was a sophomore at the University of Arkansas that I insisted that I’d mentor him on some things he was facing, just after he lost his mother. But he’d have to teach me to fly fish.

Some of that was relayed to Fayetteville resident Jeff Courtway when he ventured by a little later. I’d left Jeremiah and Wyatt to catch a few more fish, including a 16-inch cutthroat. I’d covered Jeff as a high school senior at Conway High School around 45 years ago.

There were tips on the right fly as we talked across the water, probably too loud for some fly fishers 200 yards away. Jeff said he’d admired my casting from 100 yards. I admitted I’d spotted them and worried they were going to try to take my spot.

Funny, but these days, no one crowds your spot. They don’t want to get too close, even if you are catching fish.

I pointed to Jeremiah with Wyatt, with the explanation that he’d taught me how to fly fish. Basically, I told Jeff, “That’s my mentor.”

No one was within 50 yards of each other, perfect social distancing.

Jeremiah said, “I’m not his mentor anymore. I haven’t fished much of late. He’s the one in the river. Listen to Clay, not me.”

All of that is probably true, but I get the feeling that Wyatt will change that. He was into fly fishing from the start.

We all got to fishing. The pleasantries were over. It was time to catch some trout and the good bite became a great bite.

I was doing what the Governor said, staying clear of even great friends.

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