William E. Miller styling and smiling next to his Country Squire outside of Aspen, CO, circa 1964. Photo: Courtesy William E. Miller family archives You showed me how to tie the clinch knot on the bank of a Yellowstone river before the PMDs started hatching, and when they did you left upstream to find experienced friends and catch the fish yourself like any angler worth a shit would do. We hot-boxed the tent so many times I’m sur-prised I have memories. The Full Sails quenched our underage, cotton-mouthed thirsts in the July sun while cottonwood seeds snowed in breezes and hid our view of the gigantic prince-nymph-eating brown trout. I’ll never forget those summers. An unnamed cohort sets up on a large brown trout at a family pond near Old Snowmass, CO. 070 LOOKING BACK
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