Today was the end of an error. In early June, 1998 a relationship started which would keep me company through 120 consecutive guiding trips that year. We fished through rain, sleet, snow, wind and sweatfilled adventures.

We stood together through good and poor fly fishing. Since then, we have fished in five states, been on countless rivers, remote ponds, and seen more fly fishing adventures than many anglers enjoy in a lifetime.

Today I recieved the phone call from my wife that ended this era. I would have no more adventures with my constant companion, my fly fishing cap. My dog, who bears the name of the location I recieved my trusty hat, has eaten 1/4 of it. Must have tasted good, it’s never been washed.