Four decades ago I was beating the entirety of the Deschutes drainage, of Central Oregon, to a froth. Introduced both boys to the sport and they are still fishing. Last week I wetted a line for the second beginning. Half mile west of Winthrop on the Methow, North central Washington, I hooked an immature whitefish at about the same time the Navy flew over, two FA18's, at what seemed to be about rod tip height. What a rush! Saluted the pilots, unhooked the fish and watched as all flew away. It just don't get any better than that.
