08/28/14 - 3:51pm
Author’s note: This week’s column first appeared Nov. 13, 1987, in “The Tides,” a Clarion supplement.
By looking back, we can see how different people helped to shape us and make us the way we are today. And speaking of different people, if it hadn’t been for Dick “Gitch” Larson, I’d have never learned to fish fast.
I met Dick (his nickname came later) in Anchorage, during the early 1970s. Having just migrated south from Fairbanks, I needed someone to show me how and where to fish. Dick was that someone. The place was the Kenai River.