Teaching people to fly fish sucks.

Its a noble thing surely, but its also a royal pain in the ass.

You spend the day tying and untying knots when you could be fishing, worrying about any number of calamities that may befall your gear. You sit and wonder if you’re saying too much (or too little or the wrong things entirely) while visions of hooks being buried into the side of your face dance around your mind.

But when you find someone who gets it, who wants to learn and for the right reasons, and you finally get them into that first fish . . . its all kind of worth it.