I have a confession to make. I detested fishing as a child. I spent more time untangling my line, than I did with it in the water. I hated baiting my hook, unless I got to use colored marshmallows. I remember my brothers spending hours digging up night crawlers to use for bait. I would scream if I had to string one of those slimy buggers on my hook. Just thinking about it makes me a little nauseous. However, since meeting my husband, I have learned to love fishing. You see, my husband was a fly fishing guide for a local outfitter and he taught me to fly fish.