My Fishing Partner

Fly fishing here in Alberta, Canada is about as goodwe packed my truck and headed out on the
now as it was when my father first took me as afour-hour drive. I could see that he was as excited
young boy, 35 years ago. My dad was my fishingas I was and when we arrived I don't ever recall
partner for all of my life, but sadly he got very sicksetting up camp in such timely fashion. We got
and that was the end of his fishing days. Fishing wasgeared up and spent the whole day fishing, and that
never the same after that, as for 2 years I walkedevening, sitting by the campfire, Zuk's only question
the backwoods and cut lines alone, and I caught mywas why I caught all the fish and he couldn't catch
share of trout, but something was missing. I finallyany. We talked about fishing long into the night and I
decided that I would have to find someone to sharetold him many little tips and tricks that I have picked
this experience with me, someone who would enjoyup over the years. He sat in silence nodding his head.
this as much as I did.The next morning we arose with the sun and headed
Over the next two years I fished off and on with 10out for a long day of fishing, and as I watched him
different partners and came to the conclusion that Ifishing and I could see that what I had told him the
would never find anyone that enjoyed fly fishing asprevious night had not been in vain. Zuk caught
much as I did. I was totally convinced that I wouldseveral fish that day and he was amazed at his good
never find anyone that would walk the remoteluck, that night by the firelight we talked about what
creeks and rivers all day long without complaint, andhe had learned that day. In all my years of fly fishing
sit by the campfire long after we should haveI have never seen anyone that could be so absorbed
crawled into our sleeping bags. My brother came outwith every little detail he was told and still be able to
to fish with me one day and brought along a friendstore it in his memory, never to forget.
of his by the name of Zuk. Now this guy was greenWe have been fishing partners for 11 years now, and
as grass when it came to fly-fishing. Zuk fished theI have to always been at my best game when it
day with us and I don't recall him catching anythingcomes to fishing for fear that he will show me up, as
more than rocks, and he lost all his hooks, and ahe has done so many times in the past few years.
dozen of the hooks I gave to him. Later that eveningThe first few years we fished together at some of
we started a small fire along the river we werethe more popular spots, where there was usually
fishing and I fried a couple of trout that my brotherseveral other fishermen, it was normal for at least
and I had caught. After we had finished eating weone or two of them to come over and ask what I
ended up sitting around the campfire long into thewas doing different that allowed me to catch more
night, talking about the events of the day and pokingfish than they could. As the years have slowly gone
fun at Zuk. The only comment Zuk had about theby and people wander over to us looking for advice,
day was that he had never had this much fun fishingits not unusual for them to direct their questions at
before, and he was wondering if he would be able toZuk, and you know for some reason I feel good
do this again. We were in the early days ofabout that. This story is not about my abilities as a
September, 1994, and I thought we would be able tofly fishing teacher, this story is about an exceptional
do one more trip, but the weather changed to earlyfishing partner who had the ability to learn, and teach
snow and we never did get out again that year.himself, and in doing so helped make me a better
The following spring I decided to give Zuk a call andfisherman also.
we arranged a five-day trip together in September.Good luck and tight lines.
After months of planning, the big day was here, and