My first dive into fly fishing occurred when I was 15. It was the first summer I lived with Rusty Gates at his home off Black Bear Dr. He and Julie provided a roof over my head, food, a summer job and more than they will ever know or understand. I was dropped off by my Mother and as she was trying to give me a hug and a kiss goodbye, I was already sliding into my waders and stringing my rod. I would arrive in mid-June and fish hex with Rusty and before I knew it, the big flies were done and I...
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