About

My folks accidentally handed me a steel Ace Hardware bait casting rod at age 5… I froze immobile for 7 hours. Being smart folks, they kept handing me the rod as it was the best babysitter imaginable.

I spiraled downward from there, in and out of treatment facilities for flytying abuse, addiction to guiding, commercial flytying, a hellish roller coaster from which I am still recovering. Yep, I did the “Sylvester Nemes Institute for Recovering Wet Fly Addiction” long before it was fashionable.

Singlebarbed.

A collection of observations and anecdotes, interspersed with feeble attempts at humor. 

Young men are imbued with passion and verve, leaving us “old guys” to wax poetic, it was my idea to paint a bullseye on my ample arse, feel free to take me to task.

Email: kbarton100@(remove this portion)charter.net