Relative to my fly fishing, I came to accept a long time ago that I live where I live and it's not as nice as out west, or the mountains of North Carolina, or even northern Michigan where I sometimes venture to wet a line. Kentucky is Kentucky after all, and while we have some fine fly fishing, I'm never going to find the same experience scenery-wise as I have in all of those other places. I've learned to accept that there will never be sun-drenched canyon walls or snow-capped mountains in the background, and I've even somehow gotten over the fact that on our state's premier trout fishery, a tailwater, that nice break in the current that I wade closer to will once in a great while turn out to be an old car or truck wheel. But on those occasions when I hear a branch breaking and turn around never to see a deer, or an elk, or a bison, or even a bear, but a cow, I still can't help but sigh. Wildlife, yeah buddy.