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Making Memories

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Making Memories

One of the greatest memories I have of being on the water will always be a trip to the backwoods of Maine with my father. One thing hasn't changed; being on the water with my father, the man who taught me to fly fish and much more, is the time I cherish the most. Great memories are made each time, whether it is one of dancing around in the river, nearly going down, sharing good laughs, flies and insights or even getting skunked.

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