“But when I saw the cursive grace of Guido Rahr's fly line writing prayers I couldn't read to the river gods of Outer Mongolia, I knew my name was written there too. Fly fishing was going to be my version of my father's sport, my nod to my Scottish ancestors and to my self, and to the fish crazed part of America I had claimed as my own.” WritingSelfAmericaFatherNamesSportsLinesMy OwnPrayerSawsGraceWrittenSeaRiversFishesVersionsBoatLakesFishingAncestorScottishFly FishingMongoliaCursiveGuidos Author:Jessica Maxwell