>>2453087>I never liked fly fishing. Father does it all the time, the hikes into Brown's Canyon along railroad tracks. The constant stops on the highway because a certian spot "looks like it got some fish!">Think I'll get over my pride and start going with him againThat would be very, very wise.
Either way, you'll get to spend time with your father. If you don't ever develop your own interest in fly fishing, you'll still have your memories of the time you spent with him.
But if you do come to enjoy fly fishing, especially if that occurs after he dies (which is what happened to me), then you have infinitely priceless memories.
There are no memories nor treasures on Earth like those of a son engaging in outdoorsmanship with his father. Mongolian Khans no doubt reflected often on memories of hawking with their fathers on the steppes, while English kings thought back fondly on hunting stag and boar with their fathers.