When my dad declined I would drive him to Bennett and he would fish between the spillway and the bridge with no waders.
The last trip with him was to the Conclave. He asked me to drive him down and he had the first of many strokes in my truck on the way down. I think it was 08 or 09. He died a couple years later and then in 2011 they voted him into the first legends of fly fishing Hall of Fame at the Southern Council Conclave. I won the distance casting event that year.