Reflections

The As I get older, the reality of seeing the end becomes more real; especially since I have reached my most recent milestone...50. Thinking tonight about the word "regret" makes me ponder the past and peer into the future. I've really tried to live my life with little regret. Being imperfect means I haven't accomplished this; not 100%. But I really had to think about things to jot down those moments where I had personal remorse; internal regret. Moments like some of those silly fights that Elizabeth (my wife) and I had. Going to bed without saying "I love you" Not listening intently to my children because my mind (heart) was at work. But off with the negative, here is a list (not exhaustive list) of things I don't regret. I don't regret telling my girlfriend at the age of 17 that I was interested in her as a person and not what she could provide for me. You don't have to read between the line on this on. This decision created a relationship...

Every now in then, we need a day of rest. Early on an April Morning, my good friend Lee Rollins and I rolled through Wolf Creek , a sleepy cross road that follows the Prickly Pear Creek into the mighty Missouri River in Montana. With a hint of dew still on the drift boats parked at the CrossCurrents Fly shop , we eagerly waited for my good friend Taylor Todd to show up. Taylor began his fishing career  while in college. Saving money working at various outfitters, he purchased a Clackacraft boat, a classic drift boat that fly fishermen use to fish rivers. Using the business skills he learned getting his master's degree, and the experience he earned floating the rivers in central Montana, i learned that Taylor was not only a good guy but an exceptional fisherman.    The Drive from Helena was amazing as we drove over the incredible mountain called " The Sleeping Giant ". Although on the east coast morning temperatures were in the 60s, this morning was a little nippy wit...