Published November 24, 2009 | When I was growing up in rural Minnesota back in the mid-1980′s, there wasn’t much to do during the long, hot summers except swim and fish. I would head out to a lake or river with my brother and a couple of friends right after breakfast almost every single day. We had our poles, bait, and lunchboxes, so we didn’t have to return until dinnertime. Amazingly, we never got tired of this daily routine, and kept it up all the way through our school years. Even now as an adult, I still get together with the same group of friends for fly fishing trips every once in a while.