Many, many years ago, on an isolated tiny trout stream, a gentleman and I had a chance meeting ... he going one way, I the other, through the willows... I took a double take, and had to apologise for laughing. I told him he looked just like someone I'd not had the privilege of ever meeting by the name of Al Campbell. He laughed and said, well now you have. He was guiding a couple people up there, and instantly gathered Cary and me into hs group. He took us to all kinds of waters that were new to us, and we had a ball! Never a charge. Still laugh when I think of following him, at breakneck speed, along the dirt roads up there! Dust rolling in huge clouds, and his silly dog hanging out the window of his truck, ears flapping in the wind. I really miss him.