Thoughts on Fly Fishing
Our Philosophy -

Thank you for considering our fly rod. If you purchase one, I am certain it will serve you well, and that it will bring you great pleasure. It is important to me that you are happy. Let me tell you why.

I believe that fly-fishing provides one an opportunity to experience and enjoy life on a “higher” level. I believe, that by simply putting a fly rod into one’s hand, and allowing the elevation of one’s state of mind that often accompanies that act, one’s day or even one’s moment is improved. I believe that to be true regardless of where you are. You may be on a simple backyard pond chasing bluegills or bream or you may have managed to place yourself at some faraway and exotic locale pursuing the fish of a lifetime. It matters not.

By fishing with flies we are doing something fundamentally fine, something that is, in fact, an elevated experience. We all know that if the mission was just catching fish we could probably do that more effectively in other ways. We fish with flies because it challenges us – and because it satisfies us. We do it because we enjoy it.

At the Hexagraph Fly Rod Co. we strive to build exceptional fly rods, and we believe we do just that. But we want our rod to be more than just exceptional. At Hexagraph we believe that our fly rod itself can contribute to the special enjoyment we all share from this wonderful pastime. We want our rods to be more than just a tool you use to reach that level of satisfaction. We want them to be part of that satisfaction. We take great care in designing and in building our rods so they do become something special for you. We hope that when you pick up our rod you start feeling good about yourself before you even get to the water. We want them to bring you joy. Please consider them that way.

On the wall of an old lodge in Ireland I found the following poem from the collections of Yeats. On reading it, I realized that he had captured my sentiments about our pastime. I’d like to share it.

The Song of Wandering Aengus

I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread.
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in the stream,
And caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor,
I went to blow the fire aflame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name.
It had become a glimmering girl,
With apple blossom in her hair,
Who called me by my name and ran,
And faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering,
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands.
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
- Yeats

Harry Briscoe
Hexagraph Fly Rods
In the mid-1950's my father took me to the mountains of northern New Mexico, and there in a small arroyo, I caught my first ‘little silver trout’ on a fly. Though I did not realize it then, that trout, like Aengus’ trout, became the beautiful and mysterious object of what has been, and what surely will be, a life-long search. I see her every time I go fishing. I feel her presence in every one of her kind that fate and my good fortune bring to the end of my line. I have not caught her yet, but I have come close. I will keep chasing her because the pursuit is an adventure that takes me to exotic places, both far-away and close to home; places that bring me contentment and happiness. She has introduced me to many wonderful things, and many times she has provided for me those apples of silver and gold. As well as I know her, she remains a mystery. Now, I hope I never really catch her, but I want to hold her hands.

Harry Briscoe
Hexagraph Fly Rod Co.