Dad dragged me out every weekend pounding the rivers west of Calgary, never with a fly rod only 3 hooks and a coat hanger for a weight , top fly royal coachman , second hook was a stonefly harvested from the rocks and the 3rd hook was a big old dew worm, now remember this was over 40 years ago, Dad taught me how to read water and where to look for fish, started fly fishing 15 years ago, did a lot of river and small stream fishing on the trunk road , busted up the back in 2007 riding my horse and field trailing with my Brittany's, so now I most only fish still waters from my pontoon.