I have been slowly reading through this thread and a thought has struck me, please humour me while I prattle through it, it's not a profound thought at all just a nice nostalgic one.
While I have been slowly growing up over the years, there are many incidents and occasions that stick in my mind as times I have been humbled. Such as; when in my teens, finding myself in the bar at my rugby club amongst the senior players, coaches and Old Boys. All of whom sitting around swapping tales, anecdotes and tactical wisdom and me realising that actually I knew bugger all about the game and life in general after-all. Likewise later on, having been for many years competitively sailing as a regular past-time I experienced a similar feeling in a bar amongst seasoned 'Proper-Ard' fishermen. Turns out I know nothing of the sea and its true nature and temper. The list continues. Amidst worldly travellers in Bolivia, and China. The Sergeants office at the end of a hectic shift. After a Grazing Committee meeting with an obligatory dram. Many many times.
Signing into a forum such as this and getting to hear the tales and opinions has done the same again. Despite my own experience and collection, I know so very little about the hobby and specialism that my friends think me so nerdy about.
Gentlemen, hats off to you all.
Other things are humbling too of course, like for instance this evening after cutting a nectarine with my Trevor Ablett barlow I absent mindedly licked the juice from the blade and was reminded of how sharp things get and what my own blood tastes like.