My uncle, now approaching his 80s, is a life-long pilot who also served in the Army as a pilot. He has been reluctant to share this story for over a decade, but he is finally willing to do so. He has reached a point in his retirement where he no longer worries about what others think and feels he has nothing to lose by telling the truth about his experience. The following encounter took place one morning in 1991, in southwestern Colorado, along the Arkansas River. My uncle went fly fishing ea...