Excited to be here and pumped for trout season to open here in PA next month. I’ve been fishing for as long as I can remember, my father was always a big fly fisherman and tied his own flies, tragically when I was 5, he was on his way home from work one night when his truck was hit head on by a drunk driver and my father was nearly killed. He was in ICU for 8 months and then 6 months in a hospital bed in our living room. He had to learn how to do everything all over again so I lost a good portion of my childhood with my father but he was determined to fish and not let anything stop him. Fast forward to when I was 13, he was out fishing in one of our favorite spots alone about a mile from any parking area where he started having some chest pains, at first he thought it was nothing so kept fishing, it kept getting worse so he started to head back to the truck when he spotted some trout so decided to give em some presentations. He started getting numb and then vomited. He struggled to get back to the truck but made it, he managed to drive himself to his dads house 40 min away because this was before cell phones were a thing. That day he suffered a massive heart attack and was going to just stay home and mow the grass but decided to fish, he told the doctor that if he was mowing the grass and this happened he would have just went inside and laid down to rest and the doc told him that fishing saved his life that day because he would have died if he mowed the grass. Since then I always manage to spend time with my father and get in the water. I taught myself to fly fish and we both have bonded so much since then. Fishing is always going to be something my father and I share and I can’t wait to my children are big enough so that I can pass on traditions to them.