We’ve all heard the old saying, “give a man a fish and feed him for a day, teach a man to fish and feed him for a lifetime.” I feel like there should be an addendum to that saying along the lines of, “…teach a kid to fish and you might change their life, forever.” I can’t imagine what my life would be like if my uncle hadn’t taken the initiative to get me out there as often as he did when I was a kid. The inspiration for this gallery came out of some recent experiences and conversations I’ve had over the last month. Some of them detailed below, like Greg Taylor and young Georgio on the shores of Narragansett Bay. Or my own opportunity to share the experience of catching schoolies with my friend’s children Vera and Mirin. It’s almost like the electricity of inspiration crackles through a seldom used wire when a young angler hooks up. I believe the fishing obsession exists because of an instinct, left over from a very different time, when catching a fish meant survival and was seen as a measure of your value as a provider. That dopamine hit that we all feel when we go tight, probably has origins that predate all of human history and it all begins with our children… I think that’s pretty cool.