It is common for my wife to call me mad. That’s right, a simple word easily said at 4:30 in the morning aimed at a fly fisherman with a deep passion to live life to the fullest. Willing to be part of the hordes fisherman who do this every year during the summer months on Vancouver Island. But for me it is a 12 month ritual that leaves me breathless every time I am part of a daily wonderful sunrise that signals my place within.