1985, the famed Hendrickson’s Pool on the Beaverkill. My Dad caught a bass and my brother Ben memorized the event in this photograph. It was the first of many trips to the Catskills and Trout Town USA. My Dad has long passed, but the memories of this and other trips sustain me. My Dad took up fly fishing because it was an opportunity for us to be together. This photo reminds me of good times and the promise of seeing him again some day.