Both my father and grandfather were the ones to show me the ropes. My dad started me off the OLD dock under the I-90 bridge where him and the locals would meet before and after work. He would pick me up after school and take me with him. I learned how to swim there on accident at about age 4. He would also take me down to the green where I got my first steelhead. My grandfather gave me the intro to fly fishing at iceicle creek where I woundered off up river for my first fly caught trout. After catching and releasing this fish with no one around I made my grandfather smell my hands to prove that I did catch that fish! Man those were the good old days.