Dad and I recently went fly fishing for 2 weeks in Patagonia. We caught more fish in one day than I’ve caught in my entire lifetime. On this particular morning we woke up to a stunning hoar frost and bitter cold. We were nervous, but we bundled up in as many layers as we could and headed out to the river with the biggest smiles on our faces. The Andes were gleaming and the fishing couldn’t have been better. Dad ended the day landing the best fish of our trip, a 26” Brookie. It was a trip neither of us will ever forget.