John always gave me a reason to get out of bed Monday mornings. He made going to work very enjoyable.  of coarse it was probably due too the fishing report and his personal adventures of fishing for the elusive browns, alone or with Kerrie,  Brent or his bride Patty. He would always know every detail of what was happening on the Lower Provo river.  The reports and stories he would weave into believable vivid pictures giving me the feeling I was there standing next to him knee deep in the river watching and casting too rising trout.

     I will miss the days he would call me into his office and have me close the door.  He would then pull out his fly-box or film canister and pour several new patterns out on to his desk. they were All flies he had tied the night before.  We would then critique his work and we would talk about how and where too fish them.   I was always amazed at how fast his knowledge grew about fly fishing and fly tying.  He mastered it in a few short years,  were it takes others their entire life time to just learn how too cast. His enthusiasm about Fly fishing was contagious and he was always willing too share his knowledge, give pointers or tell a few fishing stories about a large fish he had caught and released or was it the one that had gotten away.  I forget how the story really goes.  My most fond memory was the day John came too work with a huge grin from ear to ear.  As I walked into his office I could see the excitement in his eyes.  I knew something was up before I could even sit down, He started too tell me about "His first fish"   He had caught and released on a fly rod over the weekend and how he had used one of the flies that I had tied for him as a Christmas gift.  The feeling of excitement overwhelmed me as I watched John change that day from a fisherman to a FLY FISHERMAN. 

     John I will never forget the look in your eyes that day.  You will be in my thoughts and  my heart everyday and every time  I cast  A DRY FLY TO A RISING TROUT.  I will miss you and all the conversations about the perfect fly, the perfect riffle and the one that got away.  All the fatherly advise and the help, hints, tips and guidance  you had given me too be a better person, manager and fisherman. 

THANK YOU. Tight lines & keep the felt wet.