A Rivers Beginning


Trial and Error is defined as, “finding out of the best way to reach a desired result or a correct solution by trying out one or more ways or means and by noting and eliminating errors or causes of failure.”

The journey of a new fisherman begins much like the river he or she is trying to fish. It starts small and is always changing.

The start of every river can be traced back to hundreds of run-off streams trying to find a path that yields the least resistance to itself. The streams meander, branch and sometimes turn completely around as it struggles to find a path in which it can flow.

I found myself acting much like a run-off stream when I first picked up a fly rod. I was simplistic. Armed with a $120 rod and reel package with a handful of random flies tossed in a tiny plastic box shoved in my pocket. I set out to take the sport of fly fishing on head on. I had no real sense of direction. Up and down I wandered along the banks of my local fishery casting aimlessly into the moving water. Cast after cast I hoped my line would become taught by the force a large trout. “Just around that bend…beyond that rock”, I kept telling myself over and over, cast after cast.

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During the journey of a young stream, there are points of link up and together theses stream flow into one and they push along unified, with more power and a more concrete path. Like these streams, I would stumble into successful linkups with fish. With each fish that I caught, I felt myself becoming more and more unified. My sporadic movements became methodical, my wandering slowed. Although I still encountered times where I was left lost, unknowing what to do or where to go next. Like the stream, I could not stop moving. So, I just kept wandering, moving in the path of least resistance, casting, wandering, casting, possibly getting lucky on fish linkups.

At first, I thought my successes were just luck but as time went on I began to find a path. A path more solidified. I was unknowingly becoming confident in the direction in which I was moving. I was overtaken by the feeling that there was a greater power behind my movements that the same forces and decisions that were moving and shaping the stream were also moving me and shaping me.

I knew the stream just as well as the stream knew itself. Like the stream, I did not know where I would end up or where I would be taken along the way. The stream could flourish and flow or it could dry and disappear into the earth just as it had started. The stream is not defined by where it starts or ends but where it goes and what journey it can lead you on.

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My name is Austin Benincasa, I’m not the greatest fly fisherman in the world and I don’t pretend to be. What I am though is someone who is passionate about the outdoors. There are tons of great fisherman out there sharing their advice and experiences from destinations across the world. My goal with these posts is not to dazzle you with monster fish or unique places but to show you how much fishing and fun can be had at local fisheries.  Follow along as i share my journey.

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Austin Benincasa


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