"There is a friend who sticks closer than a brother."
When I look back over the last forty years of fishing and camping trips to beautiful destinations all over the west, what stands out is not the scenery, the fish, or the photos. What made all these trips truly memorable are the good companions who shared the journey with me.
When you drive a hundred miles and hike the banks of a river all day with a guy, you get to know a lot about each others lives and stories. You discover that you're not alone... that we all share in many of the same trials and struggles as the next guy. And you can encourage one another and have your friend's back.
All the men in these photos have greatly impacted my life and I respect and appreciate each one of them. Very thankful for the times we've spent on a river, around a camp fire, or just doing life together.
And of course the times you spend with your own family in the outdoors are priceless memories that nothing can ever diminish. I am so proud of and thankful for my Dad and my Son. They have both impacted my life in such a profound way. I will always be grateful
My Dad on Father's Day 1972.
My son Jeremy with his first fish, 1980's.
The following is one of my favorite lines from the story, "A River Runs Through It"...
“Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs—I am haunted by waters.”
—The End of My Line.
