"In our family, there was no clear line between religion and fly fishing. We lived at the junction of great trout rivers in western Montana, and our father was a Presbyterian minister and a fly fisherman who tied his own flies and taught others. He told us about Christ's disciples being fishermen, and we were left to assume, as my brother and I did, that all first-class fishermen
on the Sea of Galilee were fly fishermen and that John,
the favorite, was a dry-fly fisherman."
- Norman Maclean
"A River Runs Through It"
Hey... you've got to start somewhere.
Nice job kiddo.
I love you more than you will ever know.
I love you more than you will ever know.
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