Last week, it was New Year’s Day, and before we ate our traditional black-eyed peas, my wife, Lori, and I spent the afternoon fishing a few blocks from the house with our neighbors, Mike and Cathy Wilhelm. As I sat there watching them nail trout after trout, I thought of the traditional fishing trips that my brother, Dan and I used to take every New Year’s Day. Since we would stay all day, we always carried backpacks that contained our lunch, beverages, and any other gear we might need during the day. I yelled out to Dan and our buddies who had also had a slow day to come over and join in on the only action of the day. read more

