I would have to thank my poker buddies who insisted that I go with them to Arkansas right after my Dad died a couple of years ago. They were going fly fishing on the White RIver. I had no interest and had never done it before. They insisted that it would be good to get out of the house. They were right. That one trip ignited my interest in the sport. Since then I have started tying and fish several times a month nad it provides me with a wonderful way to stay centered.