Hannah Kramer

I recently got into fly fishing, a year after my dad passed away. He was an avid fly fisherman, and in a grief-filled state, I was sorting through his old musty gear. I decided that I would strap on his size 13 boots, and slip into the decade-old waders, and try my hand at carrying on his legacy. From that moment on, fly fishing has become an integral part of my life and my healing process.