On topic: when (not if) we bridge the gap between steelhead afficionados and the briny Cape Cod surf with your visits to the east coast, I hope we are able to visit John Morin's "Chatham Anglers Club". Like Tyler's Martini Bar, it is an artifact of the fly fishing venue of the area. John is a cigar connoisseur and there always seems to be an open bottle of scotch and a fire on cool nights before the morning's chase.
Likewise, I hope the burnt palms of the salter FF crew in striper country get the chance to feel the steel, the acrobatic leaps and lightning runs of the ultimate trout in the grandeur of the pacific northwest.
And then there's monster albies in NC, bones and tarpon in the caribe, wild trout in mountain streams, atlantics on the Gaspe....