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  • By: Greg Thomas
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I’ve never embarked on a fly-fishing trip without intending to catch a fish. But over time I have learned that not catching fish can be part of the equation.

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  • By: Jerry Hamza
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Bill and I go back further than either of us would like to admit. Our acquaintance began in the mid-1980s. He has a fishing lodge in northern Ontario; it’s a great place to catch giant northern pike on a fly rod, and then pick up a few walleyes for shore lunch every day. I love Bill’s place.

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  • By: Greg Thomas
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I didn’t really think about potential ramifications until I saw a guy from Nevada driving by in my F-150 pickup.

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  • By: Greg Thomas
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I’ve always gone for the glory fish, mostly wild trout and steelhead, but tarpon, bonefish and salmon, too.

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  • By: Greg Thomas
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I like catching large fish as much as the next guy, maybe more; the bigger the better. I have not entered that Zen realm where any trout is as good as the next as long as it’s taken from a beautiful stream, on a dry fly if at all possible.

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  • By: Greg Thomas
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What gets to me more than anything is life getting in the way of fishing.

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  • By: Greg Thomas
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I’ve been shooting a compound bow lately and getting in shape for hunting season, also sorting and readying a backpack so I can leave at a moment’s notice and head into the mountains for elk.

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  • By: Greg Thomas
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I remember the first hint of disaster being just a little itch, like a fruit fly had landed on an arm hair and needed to be brushed aside. But this itch happened on my thigh, which was hanging unprotected, in the water, under a float tube.

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  • By: Greg Thomas
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I started traveling to Alaska alone when I turned 16, taking a salmon-cannery job that required 17-hour workdays, seven days a week, for three months straight.

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  • By: Greg Thomas
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For a while I didn’t think a fish was worth catching unless it was taken on a fly that came from the jaws of my vice, all threaded, leaded and possibly whip-finished by my own hands.