My kinda guy!Ah, Bob York, a true icon. Ran into him many times over the years. One time, while fishing out of a mothership in SE AK, we came upon Bob about 5 miles up a favorite steelhead river. He was up there in his little jet powered johnboat and had been camping for long enough that he was about out of food and had, of course, run out of liquor days ago. Feeling a bit compassionate we invited Bob down to the yacht for dinner and right on cue as we sat down for cocktails Bob came putting up in his boat smelling like an unwashed wood fire. I said Bob can I fix you a drink? Bob responded quickly, "Absolutely, I'll drink anything as long as it is strong and brown." I said"well we have wine, gin and we have vodka." Bob says,"perfect," He may have mixed all them together, repeatedly. Now this was a kinda fancy operation with all the trimmings. As the table was being cleared all that remained was a bowl of butter carefully sculpted into scalloped servings. Bob found a spoon still on the table and proceeded to eat the bowl of butter probably thinking it must be ice cream and soon after lurched into his boat and left into the darkness to motor some 5 miles up river in the pitch black of an early spring Alaska night. Guess he made it "home" as we saw him on over Prince of Wales on another creek later that week. "See ya on the steelhead trail, I'll be there."