Today, I lost a good friend. Normally, I wouldn’t post something like this in a place like this, but this friend was Andy Royer, a guy who helped make a lot of what’s happening on this site possible. Andy fought a hard fight against cancer for about two years and he never lost his hope or his spirit, despite how rough things got. And they were rough. I admire him for it.
I bought bamboo from Andy, The Bamboo Broker, for years before I finally got to meet him while working on the Trout Grass project with him. We became fast friends, and spent the years since jabbing each other about sports, drinking beer together and hiking mountains and cities around the country.
Andy was one of the most uninhibited, fun people I have ever had the privilege to know. Though I didn’t get to hang with him often in person, I will continue to think of him for the rest of my life, and I will miss him.
Happy trails, My Friend.
I’ve caught thousands of Greenback Cutthroat trout in my life, but it turns out that I haven’t.
My dad and I spend a solid portion of every year traipsing around the rockies and stalking the gorgeous red-bellied beasts. But, recently, I guess, we have discovered that whoever had originally decided we were catching Greenbacks was mistaken. It turns out that way back, when they started stocking these fish around the general area, they grabbed the wrong species, or DNA strain, or whatever, and we’ve all been catching Colorado River Cutthroats and thinking they were Greenbacks ever since. Apparently, there’s a drainage not too far from my home where we can go to catch the real thing, and maybe I’ll do that if for no other reason than a change of scenery, someday.
Anyway, I can’t say that I’m at all distraught; It really doesn’t remove any of the joy I’ve experienced in fishing for these fish; it doesn’t matter what they’re called. Shakespeare said something about names and roses…
A hundred years ago, a guy stuck a fish in a lake and told another guy that it was a Greenback; since that time, people have been catching Greenback Cutthroats all over our Rocky Mountain waterways. Except… apparently we haven’t.
Next time you think you know something because you read it on a placard or because your science teacher told you so, maybe think twice.