Judaism and fly fishing quickly became my dual passions. I entered rabbinical school, studied in Jerusalem and New York City, and later served congregations in Brooklyn, Long Island Connecticut and now New Jersey. I also kept fly fishing, cherishing each spring and summer day that I could escape to the streams of New Jersey, Westchester, Long Island and the famous rivers of the Catskill Mountains in New York, casting my dry fly to the rising trout. One day it occurred to me that perhaps my two passions had something in common: fly fishing and being a rabbi are both spiritual. To lead religious services in a synagogue, lifting my voice in song before God, elevates my spirit. To wade in a cold-water stream, surrounded by the beauty and peace of nature likewise feeds my soul.
In the summer of 2006, I started this blog, The Fly Fishing Rabbi, where I write about trout, God and religion. I quickly discovered that others also see a connection between fly fishing and soulful living. I receive emails from anglers of every faith throughout North America, and as far as Israel, Australia, Argentina, South Africa and Europe with stories of their fishing adventures. In A River Runs Through It, Norman Maclean says: “In our family there was no clear line between religion and fly fishing.” So too for myself and for people throughout the world and of every faith, fly fishing can be a spiritual experience.