As a child, I was painfully shy. As an adult I’m painfully shore shy. There’s a big difference. I talked to no one when I was little. Now I talk to everyone, but ask me to cast toward the bank and I’m shy. My fly-casting arm becomes ramrod stiff. The willows of western water eat more of my flies than fish do. It’s true. I hang a lot of money on bank branches.
Mangroves matter
by Kris Millgate - Thursday, Feb 11th, 2016