Ladies Fly Tie
This might've been the first time I let something grow organically and slowly. I'm a pusher. I like things done NOW. I like to dream big and go big and learn from any mess that results. But in an off-character move, this started as three women getting together over wine every once in awhile, then turned to a group of ten at a fly shop, then twenty-five at Western Cider. And it took two years to get here, which in impatient 25 year-old time is a very long time.
This particular event came just two days after the Orvis Guide Rendezvous women's workshop focused on increasing female participation in fly fishing. Say what you will about capitalism charging social change but I'd never been in a room before full of other people also obsessed with not only fishing but sharing fishing with others. It was (stuffy and tiring and) electric. I believe strongly that what matters most in creating female leadership in everything, from board rooms to boat oars, is not increasing women's chance of success but instead increasing their acceptance of failure. Your first (and seventh) fly is usually less than perfect. It's continuing that matters.
If there are any women out there that are interested in starting a fly tie night of any size, from three women and a bottle of wine to twenty-five and an entire cidery, be in touch. It's too much fun to keep to just Missoula.