It was about 1970 on the N fork of the Sky while fishing for summer run. This was back before there was much talk about gays and you certainly never saw a flamer out on the rivers. I was fishing the canyon up high when I walked around a section and came out on the beach there was a tent set up right on the rocks. There was a guy sitting next to the fire. As I approached the camp a lady comes out of the tent and starts wailing on the guy next to the fire. She had a funny voice and was really cussing him up and down while slapping him in a realy girly fashion. Then he started slapping her and the word biotch was being used liberally. I attempted to walk around the camp as best I could but they both stopped and stared at me. The lady was a dude clearly. Wearing capri pants and a scarf over her head like women did back then. But the 5 oclock shadow was unmistakable. It was the first time I ever saw a gay person after years of calling my friends queer it finally had a face a meaning. After that when I told a freind they fished like a queer it meant something. this hole on the Sky was not done with me that summer. Later in Aug while trout fishing I was hiking the same area and noticed some spashing in a pool of hidden water. I walked over the rocks and there was a woman skinny dipping. She was very beautiful not the big NW mountian women you are used to seeing out camping. She noticed me and put on quite a show. I was 13 and it was a great day.