If that gentleman you meet in WY name was Jim Sparks—you are indeed a fortunate person. Jim is one of the finest. I can tell you in later years he went back to nymph’s split shot and sinking lines–I know, spent 5 days with him on the green reef (or was it grey) section of the N Platte.
When the other guides where booked Jim would take folks for free only asking for chit’s in the fly shop–local guides called him the father of the river and the fly shop whore.
My first Battalion commander and a true outdoors man and good friend.