After being obsessed with A River Runs Through It for years... my darling dear finally treated himself to a fly fishing set up. Kyle is such a researcher and looks at everything from every angle before he gets into something, so needless to say, he has prepared himself :) He has watched YouTube videos, read instructional manuals, figured out the boundaries from the Fish And Wildlife, and even knows what bugs are being eaten by fish right now... because, apparently, that's how you catch fish with this thing...
We will probably set him up with a guide soon to get him some professional guidance even though he likes to learn from trial and error. A little professional help never hurt anyone.
I am just really happy that he has found something that brings him to such a peaceful place. Kyle plays hockey, and I think that takes out frustration, and makes him feel really tuff and manly, but being on the river with the defanging sound of the water brings him such peace, and really relaxes him... and maybe he will bring us a little dinner :)
Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of those rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters.
~ A River Runs Through It 1992
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