But I'm going to name her "Fred's Fault" as iwfeeney suggests. Now, admittedly, that's a little inside baseball, as Fred was my late father-in-law, who really got me going in fly fishing. In fact, I truly believe I wasn't going to make the cut with his daughter (now my wife of 25 years) unless I was into this stuff. He just didn't know what a monster he was creating. And I often joked to him that I would have been a doctor, or some captain of industry, had he not gotten me sidetracked in this whole fly-fishing thing. Today, I couldn't be more thankful. That story has been out there in some of the stuff I've written, so the winner and I either know each other already, or he/she deserves the trip even more for the deep digging. A win-win. Hit me at email@example.com, and we'll line it up for after the runoff.