Before the days of instant gratification, the internet, cable tv and the like, there was this thing called paper. As a kid I remember leafing through Orvis catalogs and admiring bamboo fly rods. There were Dan Bailey catalogs from a mythical place called Montana, a place that would later become my home. Of course, these came in the mail, and it took awhile. Getting a response necessitated scrawling out a letter on an 8 1/2 by 11 inch sheet of notebook paper, stuffing it into an envelope, and blowing a nickel on a postage stamp. Weeks later, if the addressee didn't figure out that the letter came from a kid, they responded. Getting a letter was a big deal.
On weekends I looked forward to shows like Walt Disney and Wild Kingdom. We had network TV, there was no cable. Outdoor programming was limited. There was a show called the Flying Fisherman, hosted by an elderly gentleman(Gadabout Gaddis), who flew around the country and bought us fishing on TV. I was thrilled. Imagin…
On weekends I looked forward to shows like Walt Disney and Wild Kingdom. We had network TV, there was no cable. Outdoor programming was limited. There was a show called the Flying Fisherman, hosted by an elderly gentleman(Gadabout Gaddis), who flew around the country and bought us fishing on TV. I was thrilled. Imagin…