Memories of trout, as a young before teens guy, from a tiny brook which ran below an open garbage dump in the bush at the end of the dirt road that ran by our place, about '50? And of nets on a fishing boat of a friend of Dad's about early teens. Then early-mid-teen of fly fishing in Lake Okanagan. Then off the shore at Blues Point Towers .. https://investorshub.advfn.com/boards/read_msg.aspx?message_id=170260415 .. with a hand line and a cask of cheap wine. Got leatherjackets there, which were as tasty as the very first brook trouts as a kid.
It was Plato who said, “He, O men, is the wisest, who like Socrates, knows that his wisdom is in truth worth nothing”