The Costa Adventurer team set out on its second big adventure, this time for a bit of fly fishing on the blue ribbon waters of the Provo River.

We added two more to our foursome of adventurers: Jeremy Jones and Mike Glenn, fishing guides with Rocky Mountain Outfitters in Heber City, along with the man behind the camera, Richard Teasdale; Costa Vida Champion Nathan Gardner; Mike "Don't Forget Your Longboard" Stebinger; and me.

If you think fishing is boring, then you must think that it only involves a coffee can full of worms and a lot of sitting and waiting. Fly fishing, wet or dry, is hypnotic. I found myself scoping the water and casting in different spots where I'd seen fish jump. Being out in the middle of the river, it was easy to get lost in the atmosphere, dwarfed by the mountains on both sides and with the water rushing by. As I stood there, everything and everyone else disappeared. All I could hear was the river. And all I could see were the potential fish on the end of my line. This is what is meant by "becoming one with nature."

Our adventure began in the afternoon, walking down the train tracks that follow the lower Provo River in Provo Canyon. The Heber Creeper makes its daily scenic trips up and down the canyon along these tracks. Just a short distance down the tracks and we were at the water's edge.

Provo River is considered a blue ribbon fishery, the highest of a series of designations that considers ambiance, accessibility and fish quantity. It would be hard to improve on the conditions we experienced that afternoon.

Even in November, the sun was shining and it was a nice 50 or so degrees outside. Equipped with waders and waterproof boots, we walked right out into the water, careful to avoid the "redds" -- it's spawning season for brown trout, and a redd is an area of cleared-off gravel where they lay eggs.

After brief instruction from Glenn, I took the rod and began casting. We were fishing with wet flies, not the dry fly fishing typically seen in movies like "A River Runs Through It." It's a more forgiving way of fishing, Glenn said, and a perfect way to fish on the popular Provo River. A weight sinks the first bait -- imitating a fish egg -- followed by a small fly at the end of the line. A plastic ball -- similar to an angler's bobber -- floats on top of the water and acts as an indicator of a fish biting at the line. The technique is simple: cast up stream and let the line drift down. We kept this rhythm all afternoon.

See, the fish are wise to the fact that there are a lot of fishermen (and women) on the Provo. And they're lazy, too. The fish face up stream and just wait for flies and other food to drift toward them. Glenn said a fish won't move more than an inch or so for a bite. And any unnatural movement -- like a fisherman tugging on his line -- is a signal to a fish not to touch it. So we worked on casting into the deeper flow of the river and keeping a natural drift on the bobber.

There are a lot of fish in the Provo River. We all got several bites. In the first 20 minutes or so, I had one catch -- a 13-inch rainbow -- one close catch that was probably 10 times that size, and four bites. Setting the hook is the tricky part -- because the hooks aren't barbed, they slide out as easily as they slide in. A quick jerk to the left is all you need to set the hook. The first time I got a bite, I jerked to the left. And then jerked again. And again.

The fish got away and my line ended up in a knotted mess around the rod. Glenn joked with me that I didn't need to be quite that spastic. I definitely learned my lesson. My very next cast I hooked one.

It was exciting to have the end of my pole bend with the tugging of a fish. But even the anticipation of a fish biting was a spectacular feeling.

Rocky Mountain Outfitters operates year-round. Head guide Jones is out on the water nearly every day. He says a good pair of Long Johns underneath will help keep you warm in the winter. Our guides were hands-on when we needed them to be, and hands-off when we just wanted to practice our casting. They guided me across the deeper part of the river -- it would have been a very cold plunge had I lost my balance -- and they were great company as well.

We asked Jones what it would cost for us to get our own equipment -- rod, line, flies, waders, boots, net, etc. -- and he estimated a high-end price tag at $1,000. But he also said a beginner doesn't have to go near that.

I think I might be hooked -- pun intended -- because this world-famous river is only 10 minutes up Provo Canyon. There really is nothing stopping a second trip.