Trout Porn's Hottie of the Month
Whitney Inmon
I was about five years old the first time I held a fly rod. My parents held a deep love of the outdoors and both enjoyed fly fishing, it was a big part of life for them. Especially my father. When I was 10, I got my first horse. My second love, and my first sense of independence. By the age of 12, I was riding confidently and proud carrier of my first fly rod.
Wherever we camped, my father always carried fly rods. I would watch how effortless and graceful it was, and I was captivated. My father would tell us stories of his early days, blasting overnight with my uncle from Southern California to the Owens river valley on opener weekend in April. For him, it wasn’t always about catching fish, it was the bigger picture of what the experience was about. I wanted that life.