A fly fisher calling Santa
 

Dear Santa,
 
I know I have denied your existence in the past but please forgive my letter; I require help.
 
My family claim I am difficult to buy for; apparently they believe I have everything I need or at best I am failing to express preferences on which we can all agree. It is a sorry state of affairs but I am hoping to enlist your expertise as some sort of celestial interlocutor.
 
In truth my loved ones do not understand my fishing. They dismiss it as a 'hobby'.  Attempts at explanation are met with incomprehension, ridicule or indifference. Often all three. That said they rarely complain at my absence, so maybe deep down they respect the wanderings of a piscator. Or maybe they just like me out of the house.
 
Regardless, fishing is a passion that can only be fuelled by fishing itself. Past conquests and memories can only sustain one so far.
 
Just fishing!
Point them in the direction of the 'Your Choice' voucher. That way I get to choose where and when I go fishing.
 
Converting the unbelievers
Heaven forbid that someone in the family might one day share my passion. Let me take them to a place where the fishing is easy and the tuition falls to another ........ Link .....
 
Future proofing my dotage
I have this idea that my children will take me fishing in my twilight years. Maybe the Summer Fish Camp will sow the seed? Link .....
 
Anyway Santa, it has been good to talk. I have no idea whether you are an ice fishing enthusiast. If you are I'm sure the elves show the same disregard for your pastime, so maybe you understand my predicament on a visceral level.
 
All the best for the holiday season; I guess you will enjoy the New Year more than most.
 
Yours in hope,
 
A Fly Fisher
 
 
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