By Louis Cahill

There was something going on with Edvard Munch I never really understood, until now.

In art school, we were taught that the dark and often disturbing images created by Munch were born of mental illness and lost love. It wasn’t until decades later that I looked closely enough at the background of his iconic work “The Scream” to realize what was actually happening. I too know the pain of having my ass handed to me on the flats, only to see my buddy hook up with the fish of a lifetime, right at the dock. Who wouldn’t scream?

They might have been right about the mental illness. It’s the only explanation for fly fishing.