This isn't the first time I've written in order to gush over Eastern Rises. It was only a couple of years ago, in a post titled Can't. Stop. Watching. Eastern. Rises. that I noted my inability to stop watching the film. Quite embarrassingly, I'm taking the time to do it again. Several years out, there's still no film on the sport I'd rather watch. More importantly, and as I've noted before, I've still found nothing that even comes close to explaining to the uninitiated why someone one would develop an obsession with fly fishing.
I think it is fair to say that fly fishing film making is currently at its pinnacle. More filmmakers are hitting the water and/or the water is turning more people into filmmakers. Whatever the case, more and more of those who fish -- and most specifically fly fish -- are being driven to record their experiences on film. Festivals like IF4 and F3T are chock full of wonderful, contemplative films that share with the viewer what a deeply moving and important role fly fishing plays in our lives.