There has to be a story behind such a strange name.
My name is Katrine.
My story is short.
I am an absolute novice in fly fishing, but the bug holds a visceral grip on me. My enthusiasm far surpasses my skill. Since I first held a fly rod in May 2017, I’ve yearned to master the graceful dance of the line in the air. Fly casting is proving so much more difficult for me than I expected it to be. My progress is painstakingly slow. But this place, Sexyloops, is truly a treasure trove of useful information and fascinating nerdy discussions. I’m out of my league here, and I enter this space with humility and a hint of trepidation.
For me, learning something new that requires mastery of movement is never just a learning by doing process. I want to understand the technicalities and think about things as I learn from my experience. I read, watch tutorials and probably ask too many annoying questions about this burning new passion.
I expect that I’ll primarily be fishing for sea trout, wading waist deep on the coasts of Denmark. I enjoy sea kayaking, and I will be experimenting with a fly rod from my kayak, once I have mastered the basics of casting. There are other dreams on the whispers of the wind: a float trip on the Anvik in Alaska, revisiting a beautiful ranch I am connected with in Paradise Valley in Montana, wading through rustling river waters in New Zealand.
Several of my acquaintances in the Danish fly fishing community have recommended that I join the fray at Sexyloops. Perhaps I have worn them out and they are hoping to unload me on all of you. So here you have me, for better or worse … and verse. Very poor poetry tends to burst out of me on occasion. Consider yourself warned. If it gets unbearable, you are free to suggest I go bother some other forum.
Katrine
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
And now it's high time I caught some sleep. 