The section of the Rapidan River that runs along Woodberry Forest School's rural Virginia campus is a special place. A place that brings me back to simpler times. When you could run down to the river after class or after sports on Tuesdays or Fridays or Saturdays or before chapel on Sunday, and you could catch all the smallies and bream you'd want on a simple popping bug fly. You'd find some surprisingly nice smallmouth in there, on occasion, especially considering the size of the river. Woodberry was the place where I really fell in love with casting a fly rod. For my birthday my tenth grade year, my first year up there, my dad got me a casting lesson with someone at the Orvis store in Richmond, and got me my first decent fly rod. The feeling of casting, of feeling the bend in the rod propel line through the air, stuck with me....
Fly Fishing, Waterfowling, and Wandering the Old North State and Elsewhere