A common sight when Nick was in the boat.

Pretend you are scared. Nick did a lot better on this one than I did. I kinda look like i’m trying to catch popcorn.

Getting ready to pull away from the launch. This was our usual float most days. Fish Creek to the Highwood and row out.

Nick was always having a blast. I believe this was when I first got the adipose flow. He liked the high seats and the ability to do his spin-o-rama moves during fish fights.

Nick’s son Mike with a chunky brown on the Bow River downstream of Calgary.

Grassy Bank browns in July. Doesn’t get any better.

Nick with a beautiful Golden Brown Trout

Nick with another fine specimen.

Nick met max at the Calgary fly fishing show a few years back. He said “ I think I am going to adopt that dog” Next day Max was his.

Nick posing with a hot air Balloon.

Nick’s wife Kim would usually come along annually or bi-annually.

Nick with a beauty just up from the Llama bank. This was one of his favourite banks, you can likely see why.

Its nice to get a big doggie early in the am.

Some of my favourite days on the Bow river were spent with these guys.

Gary was a long time friend of Nick ands regular fishing partner.

beautiful female brown trout

Nick soaking up the bow.

Nick was in charge of the lunch for our first number of years together. It was a big deal for him and he would work on it throughout the week. Nick was always up to date with all the news from Costco. He forced me to up my on river food game.

Prior to 2013 we used to frequent this lunch spot and Nick would do his thing. Gary and Nick shared a birthday so this was a double header.

Rainbow in the sun

Nick and Gary shared a birthday.

It was always nice when nick would take over lunch preparation.

I can’t remember the number, but Nick paid a large sum for his "Beaver felt” hat when he ewes younger. Lots of character, not as much as the man wearing it tho.

Dave was a longtime friend of Nick and would make it out a couple times a summer usually.

Nick loved fishing With his family and friends. He would fill his calendar early in the pre-season and make sure that he got to fish with everyone.

“Heres to the god of the Bow river. May it serve up its best, its Rainbows and its Browns.” (sprinkle scotch in water off left shoulder.) (sprinkle scotch off his right shoulder.) “No whitefish” (sprinkle scotch behind him.)

Nick took great joy in taking care of lunch.

Nick with a Rainbow in my old Clacka craft circa 2010.

Mr. with his apron on at the picnic table that used to be across from the bleachers.

Another memorable shot of the Bow serving up its best.