Photo by Louis Cahill

“Must save Tokyo,” I mutter in a completely offensive fake Japanese accent. My buddy John looks up to see what I’m staring at. Thousands of bright backlit forms are etched against walls of the Black Canyon and the deep blue Colorado sky like angels on a chapel ceiling. “Good lord, what are those?” he asks. This is his first salmon fly hatch. He has no idea what’s about to happen.

I promised you big and ugly…