I Don’t Fish
I’m not proud of this, living as I do near several world class, blue-ribbon trout streams: I don’t fish.
I tried to learn when I first arrived in Montana about 15 years ago, but I got skunked for an entire summer. And as much as I enjoy standing in beautiful surroundings throwing fuzzy hooks all over the place, it just wasn’t enough for me without at least occasionally catching a fish. Hell, a bite would have been something. Besides, I told myself, I can spend tons of money on photography, who needs fishing equipment?
So I was elated to meet and photograph renowned fishing guide Pat Straub a few weeks ago for Big Sky Journal. Pat is a great guy and we had a blast working together on the Milesnick Ranch north of Belgrade.
And Pat didn’t make fun of me even once. Thanks, Pat.
I tried fishing and it didn’t take for me either. At least you still get to fish vicariously!
Yeah. I get to do a lot of things vicariously in this career. I think that’s my favorite part.