Remember...

Aaron,
Remember way back when, before we any had kids, grey hair, or bags under our eyes?
Remember when we had matching fly boxes, and your lures were all stored away neatly in a sealed container and not tangled stuck in the upholstery in the seat of our mini-van? (it is still there, btw. You're gonna have to use pliers)

Remember being able to take a nap when we got home from fishing all morning?

Remember wading side by side in the , Salmon, Silver Creek, Boise, Big Lost (wait, we never actually found that one, did we?) Provo, and Trukee Rivers?

Remember how I had absolutely no clue what I was doing most of the time, but somehow managed to catch a fish EVERY single time?

Remember when I used to go with you?

Me too.
I miss you.
My waders are dusty.
Take me fly fishing when you come home.

In the meantime, have a BLAST with these guys:
Don't eat the french toast at Shorty's.
Get yourself a new Madison River hat, I'm keeping yours.
Wait, what am I saying?! Don't buy another freaking hat, you have over 30 hats.
I'm still keeping the Madison River hat.
Can't wait to hear some good fishing stories when you get home. I hope you are having a wonderfully relaxing time, that the fish are biting, tat the hotel has ESPN, and that you remembered to wear the waist belt on your waders, bug spray and sunscreen.

Enjoy your vacation. Enjoy the mountains. Enjoy time with your dad and brothers.

Get all the Dave O stories out of your system before you get home.
Don't fall in the river.
We love you,
-Meg, Pieces, Q, and Little Dude.