“You can’t buy happiness but you can buy fishing gear, and that’s kind of the same thing,” or so said an unknown author.
As always, a week in the glorious wilds of Montana will be the calmest, most relaxing, and rejuvenating seven days of my year. I’ll think of it at least once every 24 hours until I go again next year. We’ll hike, spot moose and deer (and a bear if we’re really lucky), devour our own cabin-cooked food, and solve many of the world’s problems over a campfire with cigars and liquid refreshments. But I know the best moments will find us in the water with rod and reel in hand.
