At a work related conference that I recently attended, the presenter mentioned that the human brain seeks out patterns everywhere. Being a slightly obsessed fly fisherman I immediately thought of patterns in fly fishing and no, not the type to tie up, but the seasonal patterns. Now that I've lived in NY for the better part of thirteen years, I now have some waters that I call home. Part of what makes these home waters special is that after spending so much time on them I now see and can even anticipate the seasonal patterns of insects, migration, and the places where the fish I seek hang out. With each season it's like visiting an old friend; oh they're still here etc. I don't know if I'm alone in this or not, but I find this pattern anticipation extremely satisfying on some kind of level that I can't explain nor do I even what to try to explain. Case in point I got to visit one of my so called home waters recently in search of the fabled Hendrickson hatch and it did not disappoint. Well the hatch did, but not the spinner fall. The fish were in the same predictable spots and rose to a well presented trusty rusty spinner. Some things I never tire of.