For the lucky few that haven't heard him talk about it, Chris really likes to fly fish. Some would call it a passion others would call it an addiction. Katie probably calls it the single biggest threat to their relationship. The role I play in this is the enabler. After meeting Chris early in college, we bonded over shared interests that included beer, fantasy football, and macroeconomics. Three years and a hungover Sunday on the couch later, we made the decision to learn to fly fish by spending our post-graduation summer living in a Honda Odyssey and traveling across the West going from river to river. By some miracle, we survived the journey and the end of it we parted ways in Alaska with a handshake and an agreement to prioritize fly fishing above all else for the rest of our lives.
Well within three weeks of that agreement, Chris was suddenly well on his way to marrying Katie and I realized that I was going to have to come to terms with the fact I may have been the only one to take our oath seriously. I've come to terms with it though. I moved to Montana where I've found great joy in sending Chris weekly videos of me throwing rocks into his favorite fishing holes. He rarely responds to them, but I guess he appreciates it enough to have me in the wedding. During the wedding, you'll likely be able to find Chris and I ignoring everyone and talking about fishing or me at the bar drowning my sorrows over the fact that the twilight of my 20s has put me in a situation where wedding season has taken precedence over dry-fly season.
CHECK OUT OUR VIDEO FROM THAT SUMMER:
https://vimeo.com/142451106