West Virginia

When I fished with Jack, he was seventy-one years old and I was in my early fifties. We fished four streams in three days. He drove down roads that were so narrow I was scared. When we walked he moved fast and wore me out. At the end of a twelve-hour day Jack was driving home and talking a mile a minute and I was trying to keep my eyes open.

Jack only caught one Rainbow. I didn’t catch any of this sought after species. I did catch a nice Small-mouth Bass, but that didn’t count, since we were after Rainbow.

This picture was taken at the first stream on the first of three solid days of fishing. It was very serene, except I-64 was right over our heads. The bridge was several hundred feet up and you couldn’t hear the traffic.