As a sportsman that has had a spinning rod in my hands for most of my fishing life, I was indeed a bit taken back when my middle son Victor introduced me to serious fly fishing. I had a brief stint with a fly rod as a western Pennsylvania trouter. Growing up, I was even a small-time camp fly instructor so I was not a total neophyte. After several sessions with my proficient middle son, however, it was apparent that I indeed needed to hit the books a bit if I was to be anywher