Back in the day when I was about 9 years old and deemed old enough by “Mom” to go fishing alone, it was all I wanted to do – and all I did after chores were done. We lived about a quarter-mile from a river that was stocked for the trout season and had its share of typical river species as well. Unfortunately, my dad was always working in the family business to make ends meet for us, so it was just me and my meager gear. Continue reading “Learning A Good Fly Fishing Knot”