It's Never Too Late...

"Of course, now I'm too old to be much of a fisherman, and now of course I usually fish the big waters alone, although some friends think I shouldn't. Like many fly fisherman in Western Montana, where the summer days are almost Arctic in length, I often do not start fishing until the cool of the evening. Then in the Arctic half-light of the canyon, all existence fades to a being with my soul-- and memories and the sounds of the Big Blackfoot River and a four-count rhythm and the hope that a fish will rise."

I really need to learn how to fish.