I first saw a fly fisherman at Bennett Springs, Mo when I was 14. I asked my father what kind of “bait” he was using. (Remembering the stinky shrimp and chicken livers we used to fish for cat fish back in Iowa). I asked if they were stinky.
My Father laughed and said, ” No, They are artificial.” The grace of the fly fisherman as he cast the dry fly into the waters below a small water fall was a picture of beauty. Suddenly a scrappy 14 inch rainbow slammed the fly and … Read the rest here First Trout
I was hooked and knew one day I would be a fly fisherman too. Have been since 1969.



























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