Buster Wants to Fish

Well, here it is. As millions have written before, this is the inaugural post, the maiden voyage, etc. I'm not even sure why I finally decided to start doing this thing, it's like my inner-self won a long standing battle and ordered my fingers to get to work. I had a realization recently that at the time seemed passing but hasn't actually passed and is starting to feel like it never will. No hobby, job or project I have ever undertaken has given me greater joy and fulfillment (even spiritual) than fly-fishing. The only things that can enhance a day of fly-fishing are good music and beer - preferably, but not necessarily quality beer. In my experience, there is no better source than the Northwestern United States to find any of these three commodities. Welcome to my free space in cyberspace owned by Google where I write about understanding my life's purpose if such a thing exists.