I could tell you of a fishing hole on the old Armitage ranch (Ennis) where I snagged a 20+ lb brown in 1971. The fish had it's way with me, ripped up my reel, and left me forever humble. Chuck Armitage, the then owner of The Blue Moon Saloon in Cameron was there and he was a registered guide. His remark upon seeing the fish....."Jesus H Christ!" Because I was ashore, a deep pool at my feet and willows next to me I was screwed. What it did was leave me with a lifelong disinterest in catching "The big one".
The point of my prior sarcasm is to let some folks know I really don't appreciate them or anyone else criticizing a person's hobby or interest. Having a hobby may be a learning tool and this fact makes that hobby sacred in my book. Eighty percent of the adult men I meet these days are vegetables. Both Americans and Mexicans. This means almost all of the participants on this forum are part of a select few and I think of it as a treasure.
You ought to have seen me run around a clump of river vegetation and meet a cow moose, nose to nose. It took me two days to find the trail of dropped fishing gear. I miss the aroma of the Madison. Looking East at the bench, the Sphinx, Ennis lake, Jeffers, the Beartraps. Summer stomping grounds from age nine to age sixteen. Ask about Chick, and Jess Armitage. They were honest to god cowboys ranchers.