Matt Bledsoe, rest in peace. A troublesome shoulder didn’t keep him from this San Juan River trip, stormy skies and smiles all around, forever. Photo: Unknown We fished the flat-topped creek in the clouds, the surface boiling with rain and rises. We killed our limit and stuffed their bellies with fresh mint and ducked back to town to the grocer before dark and then home to prepare pan-fried trout, homemade noodles and spinach. That was the last time we’d ever fish together. THE FLYFISH JOURNAL 075
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