Pretty vague, eh? Why are you reading this? Why am I writing this? Why does it matter? First one is all you, last one is not very much and the middle one? Why not?

I like fishing, because its got traditions to randomly uphold, while throwing your own spin onto everything. It can be staggeringly overpriced, or as budget as you chose. The entire damned sport involves people acting aloof and better than you, which is easy for me to do, while at the same time essentially being a dick to them, too. I get to be obnoxious to everyone around me, claim I'm unique, and effectively get away with it.  Hell, yeah. 

Its almost purpose made for pontification! Any "sport" where I can be an egotistical, blathering jackhole is my kind of thing.

So, I did what every blowhard does, and I started a blog. 

Obstensitably, I did it to have a handy place to re-post the same stupid answer to the same stupid question a thousand and one forums over and over again, and because I like to pay homage to my own greatness. Mostly the latter, really. If it helps just one newbie get past the intellectual bullshit attached to flyfishing to realize its just fishin', then I win. If one kid who left a fly shop with the idea that you needed $250+ to get started realizes you can effectively fish for less than $50 worth of shit, well, then that's a win. And if just a few of you people click on some banner links, I can use the procedes to buy a box of hooks. 

Anyways, LVLimestoner? Why? Because my friends make fun of the fact that I'm loathe to drive anywhere outside my comfort zone, which is in their eyes about 15 minutes from my driveway. They're wrong, its actually five minutes, 10 with traffic. The thing is, I'm lazy and I won't move until its too late to take in a "destination." I don't want to waste money on gas, napping time, or risking the inevitable traffic ticket (I'm lookin' at YOU, Sunbury Township) just to go fish somewhere that's, frankly, not much different than the thing basically outside my doorstep. Except, y'know, a name.

To quote John Gierach, "I'd fish anyone St. Vrain's." 
I don't see much reason to leave mine, dig?