Wrapped up with an old dude I've been fishing with for many years yesterday. We've had an interesting relationship over the years and stuff gets said and done throughout the day that is pretty unbelievable. Every year is his last year, but he always seems to make it through the winter and back to Montana. He's 85 now and drives out from California to fish for a month or so around the region. Some years, I've prayed that it was his last, but the last few years have been different and I have to say that I hope he makes it out again next year. I misread him for several years and have come to appreciate that he is the quintessential fisherman that has loved to fish all his life.
One of the things that I've come to appreciate this year is that I see shit everyday that you just can't make up! From hopper orgies, to boats pinned on bridges, to an amazing array of tangles, to those quiet moments working a fish or a run. This last week, I was fortunate enough to see an angler that loves to fish well...not for show or bragging rights but just for the hope of the tug and sight of a wild trout going this way and that.
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