The place on the river has been in the family since the 1840s. As good as my brothers and I think we are, being the only ones who really fly fish the area, the best angler in our family’s time had to be Great Great Uncle Frank. We have pictures of him handling several large muskie, stringers of smallmouth, and a human-sized wahoo from Florida, where he also fished. He used bait casters and oiled silk and catgut and wooden lures and plugs. Another Uncle described him as a water genius. In his later days he became legally blind but he still took out the skiff  every day and tended to his minnow traps and fished. He’d find his way by shadows based on…