RE:When I get older
Thanks for the reminder of my own lust for summer steel! Over the years, it became obvious that the latter part of summer and fall were the glory days of summer flyfishing in the Seattle area (and OP); but the early summer fish were the ones that I beat my chest over when I caught them. The Columbia tribs get bright fish by father's day and although they are so smart, stealthy and difficult to trick I would tie my fly by flashlight to be ready to swing my prawn pattern in the close lies where these fish spend the night before they leave these lies to sulk.
May you always make that journey to the Umpqua with the same enthusiasm you have now, and I hope your future son will share that enthusiasm for the waters that bond your lives.
Look forward to meeting you this fall,