This brings us back to the point where my dad was taking his teeth out. My dad said wait here and started to walk towards the dude who was on the main gravel road. Shortly after passing the dude along the road, we turned into the pull out at our pool. Here’s what happened – He had asked my dad back at camp if he could have a ride. As we drove by him, he was cussing my dad out. We passed this dude who was walking up the road to pick up his shuttle vehicle a few miles up river. We were driving up to the fishing pool just upstream about ½ a mile from camp. This was my introduction to improper fly fishing etiquette. I knew this was going to be more than a conversation at that point. I will never forget the moment that he pulled off his watch and his teeth as he approached the dude. The first fight I saw my dad get into while fishing blew my mind as a 9 year old kid.
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