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It has been so long since I've visited a troutstream, I've almost forgotten the wonder of it. So in order to remind myself, I went back to an old post:, exercitatione: As the sun rises the mist morphs from pink to a dull white turning brighter as it moves downstream to the sun. All the... Continue Reading →

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27 – summergo

Flyfishing is as much art as sport. And it's not even my art so much as the joy of taking my place and fading into the art all around me when I'm doing it right. If you wade into the Little Red River in Arkansas at just the right time, day, and season, you can... Continue Reading →

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