In the morning there was frost on the rocks that was the same color as the steelhead you caught and we celebrated with a nip from your flask. Downstream, in the sunny afternoon, an airplane landed next to us on a long, cobbled bar. We thought he was crash landing, but the pilot just wanted to know how the fishing was. A homemade Carbon Cub takes flight after a surprise gravel bar landing in western Washington state. THE FLYFISH JOURNAL 073
The Flyfish Journal Volume 13, Issue 2: Page 73
