as a long dead friend of mine once said. There will come a time in your life when all you can do is sit on the porch. Don't be the guy sitting there saying I wish I had done this or that. Be the guy sitting there telling anyone within earshot the tales of all your adventures. I was 19 at the time and he was in his mid 50s. I am following his advice. My friend never made it to the front porch. He was in his 90s and had been fly fishing the Bitteroot River with a friend, He dropped dead on the trail walking back to the car with 4 nice trout in his creel.
