The New Guy

Seeing a river through new eyes

Inviting Jim Babb along on the fall trip to the Frying Pan River was the most natural thing in the world. In one way or another he was known to all of us as an experienced fisherman, a good guy and a compatriot: that is, some kind of misfit who, against the odds, had managed to pass for near-normal in the big world as the editor of a high-end sporting magazine. And he was going to be in Denver for the International Fly Fishing Retailer Show anyway. It was a classic no-brainer. I don't remember how many years ago it was that A. Read more – offline – from the current issue; subscribe to FRR.