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Shortly after my twenty-second birthday I decided to join the United States Army. My father was taken a bit aback by this and i am sure he thought that I would probably be shipped off to Americas freshest hot spot and shot in the line of duty there shortly after. So my dad decided to take me on one last fishing trip to Colorado before I was to become stamped U.S.D.A. prime ground beef. For the rest of my life I will remember our first morning of that fishing trip on the river. Dad and I woke up around 6 am, Dad clicked on the only light bulb in the cabin we were renting and we both went about suiting up for the days activities finally scrunching my cold shivering legs into the even colder full rubber chest waders. Schkrump, shkrump schkrump schkrump... We made our way down to the river fully decked out in our finest fly fishing apparel and each our own Fly fishing hats each adorned with multiple colorful dry flies. As fishing regulations go in Colorado you are not allowed to throw your first cast until sunlight actually hits the water your fishing on. As I stood their in the twilight of the canyon in the first moments of the morning light scanning the waters edge for hatches of insects and most seriously inspecting the patterns of flies I had selected for the morning I suddenly began to notice just a bit of fog beginning to rise off the water , the trees, the grasses, even the rocks. I didn't really pay much attention to the intermittent wisps of fog gathering around and about me but I sure was getting anxious to throw that first cast. My Dad called to me from the bank a little up stream he motioned that he was going to move further upstream as he had spotted a large boulder he had planned to make his command station! I gave him a thumbs up still quite oblivious to my immediate environment only that the water was very cold and it was still a bit blue not quite full day light and I decided to tie on a black Woolly Booger pattern. Standing alone in the middle of a slight white water river up to my calves in water I began to perceive just a hint of warmth on my chin which I realized was Sun light. I finished tying the blood knot off the leader to the eyelet of the woolly booger and swished the Booger around in the water below me as well as my hands to wash off my scent. As I looked up to make my first cast I saw what I may now believe Heaven to look like. The gorge walls in which the river ran through suddenly radiated the richest golden light I have ever witnessed in my life. The wisps of fog I had dismissed earlier had now coalesced into an eerie almost supernatural like presence wrapping it's self around me, the trees, the rocks. It hovered just above the waters surface like a lovers hand stroking it's loved one. The now nearly blinding Golden light refracting from the canyon walls infused the specter's of fog with its warming touch and Instantly the entire canyon seemed to resonate within it's own harmony. That was the best fishing trip ever and only one fish was ever caught by either of us and I caught it. (I let it go, it was tiny).