I'll give you something to loook forward to....

About 10 years ago, I introduced my oldest son to fly fishing. This past summer of '06 he turned 19. On the day before he was scheduled to leave for freshman year of college in Boston, I took him "for an errand" and we hit our favorite 'gill pond.

Momma knew we were going fishing and just smiled as we drove off. He thinking we're going to a store...

When it was all done, I hugged him and told him a private good-bye/good-luck in college.

His response: "Dad, thanks for teaching me to fly fish. We'll always have this together."

Keep up the good work, take him fishing as often as possible.