In May of 2022, my best friend Bob and I did not draw elk tags in the Colorado big game hunting lottery. I chose to be sad, but Bob chose to turn this defeat into something bigger…a new passion, a new adventure in the outdoors pursuing wild things in wild places, but this time with a fly rod.

I told Bob he was a fool, and only old men who didn’t really want to catch fish took up fly fishing…those old men just didn’t want to be home stuck with “honey-dos.”

Well, fast forward to the summer and I was itching to get outside and do something more than just hiking and camping. Bob asked me to come with him and his son to the South Platte, and give fly fishing a chance.

I’ve been hooked ever since…pun intended. Fly fishing is more than something I just do now, it’s truly a passion of mine and the only thing I hate is that it took me this long to get into it!