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I went fly fishing the other day on one of my favorite streams.  The weather was hot and the usual lush, green mountains were a late August brown.  Dust as fine as double ought flour filled the air behind my truck as we made our way several miles up a dirt road to the rivers edge.  I had my son, my best friend and his son along for the trip.  This was the first fly fishing trip of the season where all of us were able to fish together.   Usually by this time of the year we would have several trips under our belt, but not this year.  It is getting more difficult to schedule fishing trips into everyone’s busy work  and family schedule.

It felt good to put my feet back into a river after a long absence.  There is nothing more relaxing then to cast your fly…

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