Pretty much bred into me I guess .. Dad and Pop are both fly fisherman. At around age 6-7 we were up at the cabin, the men away down on the river, i dinged myself in the forehead (missing my eye by about an inch) with a small red devil lure swinging it with an old fly rod, breaking off two of the three hooks in my face. The women rushed me into the Deer Lake hospital to get the hooks removed, after they caught me in the washroom with vice grips trying to pry out the hooks (i was more afraid of what dad was gonna say rather than the metal in my head). So I arrive back to a pissed off father (i'd been warned numerous times about fishing lures on the end of a fly rod) and he said "If you wanna use these rods then your gonna learn to do it right" off the the store to get a salmon license.
The next morning bright and early, I became one of the men. Betcha I fished two or three seasons before i even hooked a salmon (mind you patience is limited when your 7-10 years old) I rather be in around the rocks catching minnows or luring out eels with busted fresh water clams then cast all day and not see a fish. Landed my first Salmon around age 12 I guess then..I guess I was hooked.
Moved west at age 20 and had to learn how to fish all over again. Down and across and dries were all I knew,..I felt like a poacher with lead and more than one fly & "why you gotta learn the bugs?" . Wasn't long before i started to learn the Bow from strangers I'd met on the river.