At the front of the boat, the Grand Master of flyfishing, Ed Rice, blind from a virus, wobbled from a stroke, swept his rod like a magic wand. He hoped to cast one last spell over America’s largest rainbow trout.
“I told the doctor, ‘Don’t give me any crap. Give it to me straight,’ “ Rice said. “He told me, ‘You could die today. Or tomorrow. Or maybe live a little more.’ I know I’m day-to-day. I know this is my last trip. This is it for me.”
For one last cast, Rice, 72, asked me to take him to the lake of his dreams . . .
The story is published in the October 9 editions of the San Francisco Chronicle.
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Feel great in the next 24 hours: Hike. Bike. Camp. Fish. Boat. Wildlife watch. Explore.
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Fish On!