Last January I had a small stroke and before that I had been trying to find a used fly vice. But the dang Hospitial bills got right in the way.
Well any way I had taught my son how too cast his flyrod before the stroke and I found myself forgetting how to controll my rod after the stroke. My son knows how well I had cast before so the other day he started teaching me how. My son is the most understanding teacher I have ever met. The other day he set up a small basket and explained how to drop the line in the basket. At first I couldnt hit it at all.
Then with his guidence I was finaly able too drop my line in the basket fifteen times out of fifteen times! Horay!!
My son can work the whole reel out and lay it down as neatly and put it right where he wants it.
He is the greatest son in the world. You can see how much I love him!
CR