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| Alvin holding my 1st bone of the trip. It was tailing first thing in the morning; we had cut the motor and had been poling for about three minutes when Alvin put me on the fish. We inched up until about 50-60 feet at 10 o'clock. The Bone was so intent on feeding that he inhaled the fly after one strip and then it ran. It had been over a year since I had last hooked up and yet the elation of getting a shot and hooking up with each fish is indescribable. |
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| A river among the flats. |
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| Alvin's casting is among the best. |
Wading among Sting Rays
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| Randy helped host a Healing Waters trip with a number of veterans. I was unable to join them on the front end, but did get to meet them on their last evening. What a great bunch of guys. |
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