Moving to the deep and dirty south - this has been a relatively good thing. Melissa and I hauled the Clacka across the continent along with Chaco and we started over. Sure, I miss Seattle, but I'm glad to return to the east coast. I took a few trips to new rivers, I fished in Great Smoky Mountains NP, floated a few new places and most importantly, I met a new friend and was able to introduce him to fly fishing. Alfredo just bought his first fly rod and hopefully we'll wet a line in the near future. He has so much enthusiasm for fishing and it's good to see someone so excited to go fish.
With all good intentions, I began to plan an event to raise money for Project Healing Waters. It didn't take long for the typical bullshit to begin and things fell apart. If my name is going to be attached to an event, it's going to be a great event. I guess PHWFF didn't need the cash...
I met some dudes that I thought were friends. Dale and Bobby opened a fly shop in Bryson City the same day I moved to town. We fished together and soon they asked for my help with some things at the shop. Smart people will tell you not to mix business with friendship, and that's why they're smart people - they know better.
Things unfortunately went pear shaped and our friendship ended over poor business dealings. The worst part is that none of the shit that went down had to go down. Bummer.
So, resolutions for '15? Fish more, keep my guard up and drink more quality beer. How about you?