Remembering Brad - San Juan
I'm taking a little break this morning from a tile and grout project I'm in the middle of at home. And, planning a date for my annual memorial fishing trip to the San Juan River. It's a solitary fishing trip to remember my best friend and fishing buddy, Brad. We fished the Juan frequently each year and had much fun with tight lines and big trout under the Navajo Dam. Our trips were usually for three days of fishing and two nights at Abe's Motel and Fly Shop. I say it's a memorial trip because we lost Brad to cancer a few years ago. We had a routine. As we were gearing up at the truck in the Texas Hole parking lot, Brad would tie two longneck beers together with a cord and drop them into the stream as we entered the water. The beers would be nice and cold at break time, and they were always where Brad had left them. We would sit on the bank, enjoy a cold beer, and rehash the fishing action of the day. No one was more laid back than Brad, and that's the way he fis
