It's nice to see that the hard work my dad poured forth in rescuing Fly Tyer Quarterly from being five issues behind and out of cash has survived to this day. I remember going with my dad to the old Surrette's Fly Shop in North Conway to sift and sort through a litteral mountain of unopened mail piled high along the wall next to ****'s ummm bench. These were the days of typewriters, wax and non-repro blue pens and a vice on every desk. So many memories to share if encouraged to do so...

Tight Lines,

-Bob Stewart