Stepping into the hot air balloon in the golden rays of the sun rising in the distance always elicited those same feelings. The bouncy weightlessness beneath your feet, the thinning air against your cheeks, the anticipation of hooking the big one on your line. It was a slow start this morning, only a few pale wisps visible in the beginning, but they soon came. The temptation was too great.
Then you had to wait. Be patient. Be calm. Don’t spook them. And when it’s time, do it quick. Throw your fishing line over, a good strong thrust to whip it right out there, and sweep it back in.
Out and in. Fly fishing at its finest.
The best in the sky.