I grew up in Issaquah when it was still a nice town. We'd ride our bikes up to Pine Lake and fish from my Uncles dock or take one of the boats out. On the way we'd stop by Saddler's to pick up some bait or if money was an issue, wait until we got there to dig up my Aunt's yard. The highlight to my year was opening day. There were usually 30 people at at my Aunt's party by day break and the boys were always on the pole's before the parents were finished with their hello's. From the dock, without fail, you were flanked on either side by some old guys who yanked out fresh trout plants and a few carry overs one after the other till limit. I don't recall any of the kids every actually talking to those guys, but we were always watching, counting the catch and trying to beat them to limit. We never won. From a young age every time my Father and I would go fishing it would be on the rivers with fly rods. Getting to put the pole down for the '69 glass Fenwick rod was the rival to opening day. The Snoq Forks were our usual haunt but when camping there was at least some plan to get a fly on the available local water. I could count on Dad for coming through on the outings when requested and as I grew older the requests became frequent. When I was 13 and opening day came around I brought the Fenwick. I was a bit nervous as I'd never fished a lake with a fly before. It was very rare to see anyone with a rod on the lake at all and you just wouldn't see it on the opening day bumper boat festival. Of course the two old guys were out there as well taking drags on their smokes and staring at their lines. The first few minutes of tossing my fly out with the rod the old guys seamed unimpressed but also a little curious. It wasn't long before I noticed a bow cruising the shore, and as luck would have it the fish looked to be a carry over. I made 20 or 30 false casts to ensure my adams was dry and, in retrospect, to announce to the old guys that I was going to in fact use the rod. I put it in front and to the side of the trout and after twitching the fly a couple times it came right over and took it. I now had their attention as I brought a nice carry over to hand, and released it. While walking off the dock I noticed Dad was up on the deck smiling. It wasn't until last year that I put another worm on a hook. This time it was for my 2 year old daughter at the lake my Uncle now lives at. I'm very much looking forward to when we can start tossing flies together on the rivers.