Very well said, sir. You inspired some memories, for which I thank you.

My dear old Grandpa was an extraordinary fly fisherman. His casting skills were functionally very practical but not fancy and he caught fish more than anyone I've since met because he knew trout, and trout water. Any time I was there to watch I don't believe I ever saw him cast more than 20 or 30 feet. He was gifted in that his job allowed him quite a range of travel and his car was never absent his fly rod. He was able, after a quick bout of business, to spend hours fishing his way back to the house, or the hotel, and all of eastern Idaho and western Montana were his playground. He particularly loved the Madison River.

I miss him dearly.