• tTrout fishing. When I was about 10 years old my mother introduced me to a distant family friend who was a trout fisherman. She asked him to tell me about a fish he recently caught. It was a rainbow trout and it jumped 13 times before he landed it. Perhaps it was a special moment, or maybe I’m naturally predisposed to such a story, in any case I became a trout fisherman at that moment. I didn’t actually go fishing for trout until 10 years later. As you might guess I discovered such books as “Trout Fishing in America” and “A River Runs Through it” and “My Side of the Mountain”. My first fishing pole was a Mitchel Garcia spinning outfit but my second was a cheap Wal-Mart all inclusive fly fishing outfit that I owned for 5 years before I every slapped a line in a stream.
• As luck would have it, my first time on a trout stream I caught an 8 inch brown trout when I accidentally dropped my fly into a foot wide space of the creek and the brownie assassinated my fly.In a spot where there could not possibly be a fish, I caught my first wild trout.
• It wasn’t a rainbow breaking water 13 times but it was the religion of trout fishing that had me captured.

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