By: Rebecca Morgan. My dad fished a lot over his many years.  He’d take me fishing every now and then, but as a child, I never really understood the allure.  Distracted with the things of childhood, and then later as an adult raising children, I didn’t really make time to appreciate this complex yet simple sport. I remember my dad organizing many a fishing trip to Canada, his oftentimes weekly trips to Atlanta to challenge or be challenged by the many difficult to access fishing streams. The hunt for the elusive stream trout demanded patience, … Read More