I learned to fly fish here, and mastered the art of avoiding people on its sometimes crowded banks. I met one of my best friends in the world fishing it, the dude above. I had no wading boots at the time, just trodding along on a snowy New Years Eve in some Vans skate shoes I had in the back of my truck when I ran into this dude. We hit it off and he sold me some cheap ass boots at the shop a few days later. I also stuck my first fish on a dry fly I had tied myself that day, a fly that I just realized is still stuck in the visor of my truck - which I sold two days ago.
It was a good last day on the water with the Gil. We didn't bring down the house, but we did have a great time and came up with another series of inside jokes that only get more hilarious as we get balder, fat, and increasingly ugly.
enjoy the ride my friend
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