First Thing first: Definitions, for the reader without a background in flyfishing slang. "Head Hunting" refers loosely to the practice of pursuing fish that are poking their heads out of the water in the act of eating something floating on the surface. In the context of fishing, it has nothing to do with attempting to separate the brainless head of another human being who lacks the courtesy to avoid the water you've been fishing for nearly an hour as they shirtlessly float through in their rental raft with a Coors Light in each hand. (I nearly mentioned something about these rafts being slightly less unwelcome when one or more passengers are bikini-clad, but that's not always true and might be offensive to some, so I avoided mentioning it.) Or the other angler who's positive that the only fish in the river are in your immediate proximity. There's a special DSM-V classification for these poor souls: accute rectocranial impaction.
Next Thing: Declarations. I go through phases of obsessive and compulsive fascination with flyfishing, especially fly rods and fly lines. Currently, I'm stuck in the gravitational vortex of a black hole with "moderate action" rods at its heart. This trajectory was triggered by two things that recently coincided:
