It is with a tear in our eye and a sigh in our voice that the Red Bridge Branch must inform you of the passing of the last of our beloved fish. It was ten or eleven years ago (I really can’t say which, I just know I came back to work on Christmas Break from college and the tank had arrived.) when Red Bridge became home to six fish – five of them a non-descript gray-blue and one algae eater. For a while, people would look into our tank and ask "Are there any fish in there?". It was hard to believe, but yes – we had fish.
As you read this, I will be off in the wilds of the West, and while I’m there, I plan to do some fly-fishing for trout. Like many anglers, fly fishers love their gear: rods, reels, lines, leaders, vests, etc. But above all, they are obsessed with flies.