Reluctantly, the pilot finally permitted them to put all the fish on board. But when they attempted to take off, and leave the valley, the little plane could not make it and they crashed into the wilderness.

Climbing out of the wreckage, Mike asked Curtis, "Do you know where we are?" "I think so," replied Curtis. "I think this is about the same place where we crashed last year!" Finally, a short while ago, Mike and Curtis were fishing their special creek off the beaten track. The stream was loaded with Brookies and they were slamming dry flies all day long. This was dry fly fishing at its best.

Mike and Curtis were having the time of there lives when suddenly, out of the bushes, jumped the Game Warden!!!

Immediately, Mike threw down his fly rod and started running through the woods as fast as he could go. Now this was a site to see… remember, Mike is a pretty big ol’ boy. He was thrashing through the brush like an ape gone wild… and hot on his heels came the Game Warden.

After about a half mile Mike stopped and stooped over with one hand on his thigh and the other on his chest trying to catch his breath. The Game Warden finally caught up to him.

“Lets see yer fishin license, Boy” the Warden gasped.

With that, Mike pulled out his wallet and gave the Game Warden a valid fishing license.

“Well, Mike”, said the Game Warden, “You must be about as dumb as a box of rocks!!! You don't have to run from me if you have a valid license!”

“Yes Sir”, replied Mike, “But my friend Curtis back there, well, he don't have one”...