Ah, geeze, not this one again!
You can call me anything you want to call me; conservationist, tree hugger, nature lover, flyfisher ... they all fit, at one time or another. Fortunately, like the streams, I'm pretty resiliant. My basic premise was that, when I was out fishing in the little streams, it more than disturbed me to have my solitude disrupted by anyone or anything ... unless it was a herd of buffalo or elk, and that's when the tree hugging comes into play! Maybe that's selfish of me.
I fish, not to catch the most fish, but to regain my sanity and inner peace. I love people, but I really enjoy being alone, too. I'll go way out of my way to help someone with their fishing, flies, kids, whatever, but give me some quiet time too.
Maybe what I'm trying to say is respect me. And ours. Whatever it takes. Or whatever you choose to call me.
Oh, and Nighthawk, thank you for putting me in with Teddy Roosevelt! I like that! Other than some of his eating habits, and swimming nude in the Potomic. I'm all for an afternoon, or more, of just goofing off, or gawking at the wonderous reserves of this marvelous Nation!!
Trouts don't live in ugly places.
A friend is not who knows you the longest, but the one who came and never left your side.
Don't look back, we ain't goin' that way.