I was working for a company in Lebanon at the time and the VP was hard to talk to. A yankee, knew nothing of surfing, and I can talk golf, but find it extremely boaring. Wanting to get into graces with this VP I started reading about flyfishing. One thing lead to another and I bought a fly rod. Just about the time I started getting ok at casting, I was fired, dropped, job less, unemployed, in the dog house with my wife. So every morning I would get up at 5:00am check the classifieds and apply for jobs until 11:00 and drive down to the mill and fish. For six weeks I fished almost everyday. My wife was so pissed, but why waist time off. Like many others on this board I am glad that someone does not a calculator that can measure time and money put into this sport.
Icthus
Read a quote when I first started that realy sparked my interest: "I have never felt as close to God as I did today feeling the coolness of the river rush against my legs, and the sound of my line singing in the air." Many times I wish I was the first to pen those words because my heart has said them repeade repeatedly.