A River Runs through It by Norman Maclean was so good, I bawled when I finished it. It's been moved on my shelves, but I have never read it again.

[From Goodreads] "Just as Norman Maclean writes at the end of A River Runs through It that he is "haunted by waters," so have readers been haunted by his novella. A retired English professor who began writing fiction at the age of 70, Maclean produced what is now recognized as one of the classic American stories of the twentieth century. Originally published in 1976, A River Runs through It & Other Stories now celebrates its twenty-fifth anniversary, marked by this new edition that includes a foreword by Annie Proulx."

"Maclean grew up in the western Rocky Mountains in the first decades of the twentieth century. As a young man he worked many summers in logging camps & for the United States Forest Service. The two novellas & short story in this collection are based on his own experiences — the experiences of a young man who found that life was only a step from art in its structures & beauty. The beauty he found was in reality, & so he leaves a careful record of what it was like to work in the woods when it was still a world of horse and hand & foot, without power saws, "cats," or four-wheel drives. Populated with drunks, loggers, card sharks, & whores, and set in the small towns and surrounding trout streams & mountains of western Montana, the stories concern themselves with the complexities of fly fishing, logging, fighting forest fires, playing cribbage, & being a husband, a son, & a father."