That's what we Americans call the Dream. Few of us live it like Gary has. After his tour of duty in the U.S. Military, Gary returned to southern California and classes at Cal Poly Pomona. After graduating with a degree in business administration, he was quickly snapped up by a nationally-prominent computer company as a salesman. But he spent his leisure time searching for a way to escape the constrictions of southern California, the hustle, the bustle, the rat race.
Page is a true frontier town of the West.
Until 1957, when the grandiose dam-builders of the day arrived to erect Glen Canyon Dam, which impounded Lake Powell, the mesa upon which Page perches was a dusty, sandy grazing allotment on the Navajo Indian Reservation. Pavement was over 40 miles away in one direction, over 70 in another. Powell is a prized bass fishery, especially those of the striped species. But large and smallmouth bass, walleye, catfish, and even pike call the lake home- until snagged out of the water by a Yamamoto bait. Gary bought the campground in Page and recaptured his interest in fishing when he entered a bass tournament on Powell shortly after his arrival and won.