I caught a 22" Rainbow in front of Geirach, with my tall redhead wife rowing the drift boat, wearing her John Wayne Stetson, as she did for every hunting and fishing trip; pretty beat up. He smiled and and gave us (probably her) a soft thumbs up.
She always insisted I match the hatch, and then she would fish, and we would alternate.
I don't think he ever had that relationship, and I am sad for him.
Anyway, he came to fame about the time I reached my peak of obsession that I started at age 12 in farm ponds in the Mid/Southwest; bluegills and bass.
No one has chronicled the everyday, workmanship angler as well.
We have lost a great one.
May your Happy Hunting Lands include virgin trout streams.
Side note: After my SIL's Uncle died, he had a dream, in which his Uncle, recently passed (a Lutheran Minister) said, it's great; you get to fish every day!
RIP, John