I remember fishing in Fall River the day he was found. Being regulars in the Park, we were acutely aware of the search. We saw the chopper with the stretcher , and knew. We put our flyrods on the ground, put our hand over our heart and watched until we could no longer see the helicopter. Then we cried. We loved the Park, spent a lot of time there. When I was younger, I wanted to be a park ranger, life didn’t cooperate. I think of that day often enough.
I remember fishing in Fall River the day he was found. Being regulars in the Park, we were acutely aware of the search. We saw the chopper with the stretcher , and knew. We put our flyrods on the ground, put our hand over our heart and watched until we could no longer see the helicopter. Then we cried. We loved the Park, spent a lot of time there. When I was younger, I wanted to be a park ranger, life didn’t cooperate. I think of that day often enough.
Wow Lou! That's quite a moving story. Thanks for sharing that.
Yeah, lots of tears when the helicopter landed and we passed Jeff's body through a long double line of rangers.
I can’t imagine.
Great piece, Wayne ...
Wow! Thanks Ray Ring!