Larry wrote:

I trained dogs for a very nice guy that has a couple big Caterpillar Tractor
dealerships in the Fresno area of the Valley ... i.e. big buck dealerships


He'd leave his duck dog with me all year except for hunting season and fly
up to leave him off or pick him up. The second or third time I met him at
the local, tiny, airport I was surprised when he walked up to the truck and
I said, "Oh I didn't see your plane come in, just a big blue one." He
replied, "Oh, I'm in different one of my planes today." ( he had a personal
pilot and all his dogs had to be taught to lie under his feet in the
airplanes )

One of the first times I fished Silver Creek was a morning Trio "hatch."
I'd never fished a trico spinner fall before, but I was prepared and I
lucked out. The spinner fall was immense, and by blind luck I'd placed
myself right upstream of a huge pod of fish. Easily my best day ever on
Silver Creek, so far.

Anyway, I ran into these two guys fishing downstream from me -- total
novices fishing Royal Wulffs, clipping the water on their backcasts, 3x
tippet, and having no luck at all. They thought I was a flyfishing
god. Little did they know. :-)

They were pilots for Edgar Bronfman Jr., the Seagram's heir and
socialite in Ketchum (among other places). He'd just flown in and they
had a day off, so they were checking out the fabled Silver Creek. I
quizzed them about his jet (he had at least three that they knew of --
Gulfstreams), how much they cost (about $60M each), how much they cost
to operate (about $6000/hour), how many crew (3), and so on.

These people don't live in the same world we do. Something has happened
to this country in the past couple of decades. The distribution of
wealth has become dangerously skewed.

There will always be rich and poor, but I'm afraid we're becoming an
hereditary aristocracy.

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