I was floating the Nisqually one morning, fishing the drift where Muck Creek dumped in. Heard the helicopter coming up river. It comes around the corner just above the water, takes a turn right over the top of me and lands on the gravel bar. I thought I was in trouble for something or ?. My heart was pounding.
It lands, the door quickly slides open and a soldier jumps out and starts puking on the gravel bar. The other guys on board where all laughing at him. He finished puking, they loaded up, waved at us and took off.
Miss the Nisqually spring days. Put my father in law and young son on a fish the last day it was open for steelhead. Didn't know then it was the last one I'd ever catch there.