I Knew That, When Needed, Mountains Would

It Is Those We Live With And Love And Should Know Who Elude Us.

In Our Family, There Was No Clear Line Between Religion And Fly Fishing. We Lived At The Junction Of Great Trout Rivers In Western Montana, And Our Father Was A Presbyterian Minister And A Fly Fisherman Who Tied His Own Flies And Taught Others. He Told Us About Christ's Disciples Being Fishermen, And We Were Left To Assume, As My Brother And I Did, That All First-class Fishermen On The Sea Of Galilee Were Fly Fishermen And That John, The Favorite, Was A Dry-fly Fisherman.

At The Time I Did Not Know That Stories Of Life Are Often More Like Rivers Than Books.

How Can A Question Be Answered That Asks A Lifetime Of Questions.

When Exhausted And Feeling Sorry For Yourself, At Least Change Your Socks.