Going back to New England
The church we belonged to while I was stationed in New England is celebrating their 50th anniversary. So the bride and I thought it would be a good idea to go and celebrate with them. I will also be visiting my Fly Fishing/Tying mentor, most likely for the last time. John introduced me to fly fishing and tying by taking me to some of the most prolific ponds I have ever fished. I must have gone through 4 dozen foam rubber spiders in the first year or so. They are still my go-to fly when the Bluegills are hitting on the surface. I lost so many spiders in the trees, John said I should be a registered defoliant.
John is in his mid 80's and battling cancer on and off. I'll be 75 during the trip and have a number of ailments with which I am dealing.
It is going to be a very bittersweet trip and I am looking forward to it and dreading it at the same time.
Thank you for letting me ramble about something that is only somewhat related to fly fishing.
Clint
in far west Kentucky