All are part of the great storehouse of memories that make up a fisherman's quirky and crammed brain, keeping us gut-hooked from one season through the long gray winter until another season starts.IN the end the fisherman avoid the glitz of the new, the quagmire of to  many innovations and techniques, and this competitive monster The Fishing  Contest, and returns to the simple
lovely pleasures of the sport itself" days fill with 'sunshine, fresh air, and good fellowship,' and sometimes a bit of rawhide, and a pursuit that never quite ends, and images and words that brighten our often darkened spirits."
 
Nick Lyons  "Confessions of  a Fly Fishing Addict"
 
Rick

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