I've been a writer for most of my adult life, and a fly fisherman for just about as long. How long is that? "Long enough," as my old fishing friend would say. I am also a Registered Maine Guide, an honor that I worked long and hard to achieve.
I began working for the Portland, Maine newspapers in 1972 as a reporter, and later worked as a copy and section editor. I interrupted my writing career with another one as a lawyer.
I'm now longing, actually, to be back there, writing.
It's not that I haven't written anything in all that time. As a musician and songwriter, I have continued my love affair with words and music. As a fisherman, I have naturally been storing stories in my head (to the extent I can remember) for all of those years.
The combination of these two might be deadly. Certainly, my old editor would be turning over at the thought of my writing something without the benefit of another editor's eyes. And he would be gasping at the thought that I would venture into writing about fishing, and not politics. Nonetheless, here I am, at the place in the road where the fisherman and writer finally collide.