I'll give you a like for glossy effort (great photos) and enthusiasm, but also want to remove it for missing the boat.
Still the best 1987 photo I have, partly because our will-be guide buddy behind the camera will become Phil Shook's inshore guide, and get write ups with action photos in Parks & Wildlife, and FR&R. Also, my buddy Stevo (in the middle) and I spent a few socked-in lubricated weekends working out the perfect shrimp and crab imitations and picking up on hill country flies from Billy Trimble to David Train.
The Austin Angler kept a wash tub of iced free beer. Joe Robinson was always perched to involve an unsuspecting visitor for a couple of hours at the vise. My very first vise time was with Billy Trimble, and a decade later, was able to join him and a few other trout wizards on week-long runs along the CO/NM border - they tied tiny midges by Coleman lantern light - I just held out my midge box and poured the Scotch.
The clerk at The Angler was Alvin Deaudeaux, who may be the best guide in the country today - he certainly sets the best lunch.
The Angler was on Congress Avenue, a street-level window box entry, and a stairway window box climb to the 2nd floor.
Downstairs was Alfa of Austin. In a way, they hawked each others' wares, since a trip to the Alfa dealer might involve killing a couple of hours, and when you took a rod to the alley to test-cast, both sides of the alley were lined with classic coachwork Alfas.
Besides its blazing inaugural run from visiting relatives in TN, down Naches Trace in a blur, and on to the '84 NOLA World's Fair, Stevo and I made a run from camping in Palo Duro Canyon to fishing Cheeseman Canyon in 4 hrs 10 min.
But the point, what good is fly tying without a washtub of iced beer, good friends, and the memory after they each become "world famous in TX hill country" -
- no AI can do that.