|There's gotta be a big trout lurking right next to that bank directly across from the guy. If that was me in the photo I would have caught it already...|
But the wildlife scenes were just an added bonus. The fishing was the main reason I kept going back day after day. Fly fishing is a very complex sport/art, and the act of fooling a wary trout on a fly that I concocted was a most therapeutic endeavor. I think being alone on a tranquil trout stream is one of the best prescriptions you could ask for if you are in the midst of agony or suffering, and I made sure to keep my refills coming.
A few years ago I sought actual medical help to deal with my phobias, and have been living a relatively normal life since. As you know, I have gotten married to an amazing woman, and we have three terrific kids. I don't have the time to fish nearly as much as I used to; in fact my days on the water have dwindled from almost 200 per year to somewhere between 5 and 10 per year. But I still have a deep-rooted love for the fish, the streams, and what they meant to me when I was in a time of need. I want to pass on that love to my kids, so that they can know the joy and peace that part of our world brought to me. The two older kids already have their own rods, and I've managed to help the oldest to catch a sunfish or two already. The Boy doesn't seem too interested yet, but I'll give him some time. An appreciation of the outdoors doesn't happen overnight, and it's too important for me to push it on him before he's ready.