It’s hard to believe it started 60 years ago teaching me how to walk. From there my first fish at the age of four. We spent years fishing, camping, hiking, hunting. My favorite memory is when I took him down the Skykomish River in my new drift boat back around 1985. He had never caught a steelhead. That day he landed two, the first steelhead in my boat. He doesn’t fish a any more, but the love of all thing wild he instilled in me all those years ago is as strong as it ever has been. Thanks Dad