My Sad Life Before New Brunswick: I’ll make this short.

My parents were both born and raised in New Brunswick along with their parents but for my three brothers and myself it just wasn’t meant to be.

Long sad story but the short version is that in the late 50s our parents split and left us standing on the sidewalk to be picked up by the Children’s Aid Society.

I spend the next 10 years living in one foster home after another until I finally ran away and became a street kid in Toronto at age 15.

It wasn’t long before I was introduced to drugs and crime but it was still better than foster care.

After years of abusing my body with drugs and living on the streets a girl friend took it upon herself to buy me a train ticket to New Brunswick and sent me on my way. I would thank her but can’t remember her name. I would be nice to let her know how much she changed my life with that one selfless act.

As a kid I did get to do a bit of fishing but it wasn’t until I was in New Brunswick that I learned how to fly fish and to this day it’s still my favourite hobby, right next to tying. Actually while I was living in Ontario I always thought fly fishing was just a fly-in fishing trip.

My sister lived in New Brunswick her entire life because she lived with my grand father and his sister. It was great to meet here and her family. It was her husband Joe who took me out fly fishing for the first time and I have been fly fishing every chance I get since then.

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