Waiting for Perfection

If there was a common refrain among my older fly fishing clients, it was that they were sorry they had not started earlier and spent more time fishing. Of course there were always reasons not to fish — time and money being ball and chain respectively — but without exception, it seems to me, when an angler reaches their sixties and seventies, the thing they regret most is not having had a fly rod in their hand often enough or in enough different places. Randall Sumner, who waited 30 years for a bottle of wine to reach perfection, echoes the same sentiment today in the Yakima Republic.