In an attempt to check off another to-do on my pre-marital bucket list, I went out this weekend and got a tattoo. Most people won’t get it, and that is fine. However, most reading this blog will recognize the image now permanently burnt into my forearm. I wanted something with meaning, an image I could look at to remind myself of who I am, in case I forget.
I’m not going to break down the book, what the words mean to me or the impact the film had on my life. For anyone who read the book, watched the film, or enjoys fly fishing, I think you get it.