I was working for the Vail Colorado police department in 2001 when a very close friend of mine was killed in the line of duty, on a call that I had sent him to. I know things happen and all that, but I had a lot of guilt over his death, he left a wife and a baby girl that was about 6 months old. My dad retired down here and he convinced me to come down and try the trout fishing here. Met my beautiful, wonderful Stephanie(who hates fishing by the way) and I have been here since.
My dad passed away in March of 2002, only 8 months after me moving down here. But I got to spend that time with him, hunting, fishing and swapping lies. Had I not moved here, I would never have been able to spend that quality time with him.
My brother and I made a trip to the San Juan in 2004, put some of dads ashes in his favorite hole.
picture of me and my dad fishing a small stream in PA, around 1968
Dad