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A future with fish
It’s almost odd to look back at milestones and what they meant to me at the time. First fish on a fly rod. First fish on a dry fly I tied. First twenty-fish day. First 20-inch fish on a No. 20 fly I tied myself.
Once upon a time there was a dude who drove a blue, manual transmission Ford Focus into California’s Sierra Nevada by himself to catch rainbow and brook trout on caddis flies he tied himself. He thought highly of himself. He had persevered through the days of catching branches and bushes more than fish and graduated…
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Small yet significant
A volunteer helps expand Alaska’s Anadromous Waters Catalogue I felt bad for the fish. The fry were darting back and forth in a stagnant pond that was only a few inches deep, their infancy spent oblivious to the pristine waters for which Southeast Alaska is known. But that’s just me assuming what is beautiful to…
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