He Couldn’t Stop Talking About What He Loved
I remember the first time I learned about fly-fishing. I knew of fly-fishing in general, though I had never actually seen it in real life. Then I met Chuck Farneth. This guy was crazy about fly-fishing. It’s almost all he talked about. If you spent two minutes with him, he’d find a way to turn the conversation to fly-fishing. He tied his own lures (called “flies”), loved leading father-son trips, and he has spent all day standing in the river in the same spot hunting down “the’big one” (even skipping food because “you can eat any time, you can’t fish any time”). What I found most interesting about his passion was how he would practice his casting for an hour a day, in the street, in front of his house. There’s nothing stranger than seeing a guy fishing the pavement for an hour in the evening, but he didn’t care; he was that dedicated to improving his craft, because he was crazy about fly-fishing.
