Thought I'd dig deep in the archives today and pull from a crazy fishing trip that got me into this industry. About 8 years ago one of my best friends and I decided to travel to New Zealand and fish. We didn't want to go for a week or even two. We wanted to do it right, and doing it right meant saving up a ton of money and quitting our jobs. I was waiting tables and my friend Malcolm was working in a fly shop. We saved for about a year, booked some plane tickets, bought a crappy van, and were on our way.