The great charm of fly-fishing is that we are always learning

I am hunkered down at our family camp in Maine, avoiding the sweltering temperatures baking the country’s interior. The environmental demons we have created through our insatiable thirst for fossil fuel energy are exacting their vengeance on our abuse of mother nature. My family is, indeed, fortunate to have a rustic cabin refuge on the shores of a clean Maine lake. I revel in the fact that I often must ask what day it is and rarely know whether the former president has collected another indictment.