I know one should never look a gift horse in the mouth. But I need to have a talk with my friends and family before the holidays next year. I truly appreciate every "trouty" necktie my in-laws have ever given me. And the wall clock with dry flies is great. And the fish-shape wine corkscrew…the wet-fly lowball glasses…the splashing trout mouse pad…the fly-fishing doormat…the mailbox…and, especially, the "Women Want Me, Fish Fear Me" sweatshirt—it's all wonderful. Thank you. Mother, this is the nicest sweater little Paul has ever gotten. But now as I look around my house, and even my sock drawer, I'm sensing a theme, and I think I may have professed my love for trout fishing a little too much. Not that I love trout fishing any less than I had before, mind you, but I'm not sure whether I need to literally wear it on my sleeve every single day.