Not to be sentimental, but I am a fortunate man in having three sons who genuinely love to fish. They were raised fishing with spin gear, level winds and fly rods. All three have always been adept at flyfishing in their pre-teens. And, as happened to me and others, one can fall away from the past time as life’s options over run available time. It has been nice to watch all three men come back to their roots to regain something that the outdoors and fishing provides them. Much like riding a bicycle, it does not take long to regain the movements and carry on as if years have not passed by. But, of course they have, and for me it makes it all the sweeter to see. If I were considerably older, it would be bittersweet. I am blessed that time may allow me more opportunities to enjoy all my sons as they rediscover harmony, balance and dreams realized, on their terms.
So, I am looking forward to many more trips with all my sons in order to enjoy the relationships, watch their successes and to confirm what I have long held: there is no better therapy, tonic, elixir or altar than the outdoors and moving waters. Throw in a fly rod and magic happens.