Dry Fly Guy

E WAS THE type of fisherman who would clean his fly line every night. His precise angling came with a big ole’ teddy-bear personality. A grandma’s boy at heart, he never went to bed without her homemade blanket, even in adulthood. On top of that blanket lay a book, preferably Daniel Silva. As he fell asleep in a riverside motel, he dreamt of the next day in a drift boat, anchored and casting downstream