After 40+ years of being stowed away in a closest, out came John’s dad’s fly fishing collection the other day, an impressive assortment of feathers, ties, garlands and hooks, all neatly organized in a blue, mini toolbox.

As it turns out, John’s dad was quite the fly fishing enthusiast back in the day. Utilizing his knowledge and expertise, we managed to tie our first fly in just under an hour. It was like performing a surgical operation; the process was slow, intricate, and almost meditative. I can see why some have deemed it an art form in its own right.