The One That Got Away
Sometimes the journey from rejection to devotion takes time. Sometimes the transition is completely unexpected. Several years ago, a friend encouraged me to join him on a fly-fishing trip. While I trusted his instinct, when I heard “fly fishing,” I heard “new gear.” New, expensive, equipment that, like golf clubs, is destined to gather dust in the closet. Fate inevitably stepped in and, despite my polite demurrals at all attempts to hook me, I found myself heading out of Memphis toward Arkansas for a fly-fishing weekend.
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