Pat and I are going fishing tomorrow. I haven’t been in a few weeks so I'm pretty excited. He said he wanted to go down to a little spot south of here and fish for trout. I haven’t fished for trout in what seems like forever.
Lucky for me I have friends like Pat. About two years ago the old boy found out that I fly-fished and gave me a fly box full of flies he tied. He has digressed back to the redneck way of fishing full time with crane and crank and has stopped flinging feathers altogether. I have been meaning to pull the flies out and throw them at some bream, but now that I am going after trout, I have no reason to just look at them.
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