And I fished many times with the late, great Charlie Meyers, with whom I wrote "The Little Red Book of Fly Fishing." Looking back, I almost feel guilty now for taking some of those jaunts to the river almost for granted. To be sure, I was acutely aware of the honor at the time. But, man, what I would give to lace up the boots one more time with Charlie, so we could wade and talk. I try to think about the lessons he shared when we did fish together, every single time I set out to write a story about these things now. But as the years elapse, I can't help but wonder if I'm on the right track, and if he'd be proud of the work.