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    Updated 06-30-2015 at 01:43 PM by mikel

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  3. A blue line with Beth

    We were newlyweds...which means this is an old story.

    The summer of 1975 was hot. Real hot, like 112 in the valley and no relief in sight. We thought we'd take our old volksy and see if we could get out of it and I thought there might be a trout involved.

    We headed up into the Sierra and got a little break from the heat as we climbed. Our destination was a little no name creek that runs through a Boy Scout camp located precisely in the center of nowhere. My friend, ...
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  4. Ain't I the interesting one

    Some of you may believe that it's the cast, others, the tug. Some like small wild fish others the behemoth tailwater planters. Tenkara, Spey, switch, buggy whip.

    I was drinking tea and watching Homer Circle edit his TV show. Hemingway dropped by and he was drunk, like always...because he was pissed that Teddy Ballgame was up in Maine wasting time on those crappy Atlantics when we should all be in Cuba having a real good time.

    Isaac Walton had adopted me when I was two ...
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  5. Montana solitude

    God, it was hot. Monster flies buzzed loudly and gnats incessantly sought the moisture in my eyes. The sun in the Rockies bore down and stung my skin with its intensity...but my feet were soon to be in 55 degree water and a fly rod was in my hand. On balance, not so bad.

    It was just a blue line, this little stream, not even a name on the map. But, it was accessible from a forest service road. When I'd asked at the fly shop the guide working the register said give it a go. He knew ...
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