It had been over 40 years since we had fished together. We hadn't even so much as seen each other in that time frame either. After all these years we were finally going fishing together again. The years had moved each of us off into the development of our familles and careers, or life style changes that everyone grows through in their lifetime & for all those same reasons, what ever they were. Truthfully, I hadn't even thought about me fishing, as it was referred to in my family of men, the day we guys go fish, you make food bring it to us at oh say noon thirty. Unbeknownst to me, the planning for a fishing trip together in the spring had started that fall, after his first call. He, I believe, began to slowly plant a few seeds in my mind. One day I received this box of fly tying materials in the mail. I thought it was the funniest thing. It was complete with a vise, feathers I knew not what they had come from. My youngest son, made many attempts at tying, and I thought the box was really for him. He was actually pretty good at it. I kinda played around with some things but wasn't sure what I was doing. It however created this sense of urgency to learn more about the food the fish ate and what time of year everything happened.
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