Eight years ago this month my dad passed away from melanoma cancer. I was going through some of his old fishing pictures and books and found this thought written by Troy Kapinos after he died. Troy worked for my dad and taught him many things about fly angling.
by Troy Kapinos
John always gave me a reason to get out of bed Monday mornings. He made going to work very enjoyable. Of course it was probably due to the fishing report and his personal adventures of fishing for the elusive browns, alone or with kids Karri and Brent and he would always know every detail of what was happening on the river. He would tell me reports and stories that he could weave into believable vivid pictures giving me the feeling I was there standing next to him knee deep in the river watching and casting too rising trout.
I will miss the days he would call me into his office and have me close the door. He would then pull out his fly box of film canister and pour several new fly patterns out on the desk, all flies he had tied the night before. We would then critique his work and we could talk about how and where to fish them. I was amazed at how fast his knowledge grew about fly fishing and fly trying. He mastered it in a few short years, where it takes others their entire life time to just learn how to cast.
His enthusiasm about fly fishing was contagious and he was always willing too share his knowledge, give pointers or tell a few fishing stories about a large fish he had caught and released; or was it the one that had gotten away, I forget how the story really goes. My most fond memory was the day John came to work with a huge grin from ear to ear. As I walked into his office I could see the excitement in his eyes. I knew something was up before I could even sit down. He started to tell me about “the first fish” he had caught and released on the fly rod over the weekend and how he had used one of the flies that I had tied for him as a Christmas gift. The feeling of excitement overwhelmed me as I watched John change from a fisherman to a fly fisherman.
John, I will never forget the look in your eyes that day. You will be in my thoughts and my heart everyday and every time I cast a dry fly to a rising trout. I will miss you and all the conversations about the perfect fly, the perfect riffle, the one that got away, all the fatherly advice, the help, hints, tips and guidance you had given me too be a better person and manger.