Unlike partygoers and thrill seekers across the world, I spent the final hours of 2017 withering in pain in my bed in an old British loyalist cottage on Harbour Island in the Bahamas. My right elbow was severely inflamed, immobilized with an ace bandage, and a feverish ache was beginning to spread to the rest of my body. The overtly pessimistic black hole of medical self-diagnosis, WebMD, told me the affliction was olecranon bursitis, where small fluid sacs that enable smooth movement of the elbow joint become inflamed and infected. A visit to the island’s health clinic produced a cocktail of steroids, antibiotics, and painkillers, but I was convinced my rod would gather dust for the week while my casting elbow recovered and the rest of my family chased bonefish. Continue reading “Starting off the New Year right!”