Our sons, Mert and James, and I, had pitched tents and camped out the night before, making a campfire and doing some serious storytelling, with an occasional adult beverage to whet the whistle and ward off the chill.
The absolute best part of that trip was watching my son, the soldier stalk the fish. For some reason the LMB were skittish that day, and would run at the slightest movement or noise. Mike was right there, coaching, guiding, and teasing. When he hooked into that decent fish he whooped and hollered like any kid.
He didn't catch it on a fly, this time. But his hopes are up, and he now knows he can catch good fish in Texas.