My most memorable adventures with my dad were our fly-fishing trips in Montana. He passed away when I was just a kid, yet it’s easy to say that I got hooked as I look forward to fishing every year some 25 years later after netting my first fish (see picture). Fly-fishing has become therapy and a chance to let life slow down when on the river, but most importantly has become a way to remember him and cherish all of the adventures I had with him. Miss you dad!