Bushboy started learning to fly fish when he was 9. Mr. Kate had taken it up as a hobby and Bushboy wanted to join him, so Mr. Kate started to teach him. (I think that shows a certain fortitude on Mr. Kate’s behalf, frankly.)
Four years later and armed with a good quality rod and reel that we bought him this Christmas, Bushboy has become a good fly-fisher. He admits he keeps at it for the joy of getting a fish on, and is frustrated easily (no zen of fishing for him) which isn’t surprising given his intense personality. But he keeps with it, which impresses me no end. I think he has learned some perseverance with the endeavour, and I know he has learned a skill that can be used anytime he finds a body of water near by, any season of the year.