I lost a good friend to fly-tying.
G. Gordon Liddy and I used to have a good friend named DJ. I grew up with him and we'd do everything together. An avid angler and one of the best fly fisherman I've ever seen, it was just a matter of time until he discovered tying.
One day DJ simply quit showing up to the bar, which was odd. Then he quit showing up to anything.
Now DJ spends his days and nights locked up in his garage-apartment, smoking copious amounts of the hippie lettuce and tying his life away. His family, his friends, his hobbies--all gone.
Don't let this happen to you.
"All God does is watch us and kill us when we get boring. We must never, ever be boring."
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