Today is my Dad’s birthday. Yes, the original Drifter – who, fortunate for me, introduced me to this wonderful past time of fly fishing a long time ago. Around 36 years ago, give or take a few years. And I’ve been able to share many days on the stream with him, as well as time behind the vise – watching and learning from a true craftsman.
I thought I should post some photographs from some of those adventures in his honor, and to remember some great hatches, cold beer, and smiles as big as a Montana sky. Happy birthday Dad! ~Drifter07
Brushes with Brookies & Beer 