one of my grandfathers was an avid fly fisherman right outside of NYC in a place called Yorktown. his house sat on the edge of a pond where my mom's first fly adventure was catching and naming the bass in that pond LOL

I get strange looks and such when I tell people that I fish nearly every day- I lifve in the center of the sonoran desert out here in Arizona.... people think what they think and there's alwaus going to be people with thier own ideas of what's what.