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My first was Rainbows in the Sierras where I grew up fishing the streams and rivers. I have a picture hanging over me right now of my father and I with a fish at a place called Granite Creek in the high Sierras, me with my stick for a pole and some line with a hook. About the same size fish as the one today. Good times!

My grandpa took my brother and I out to a lake in Tasmania. Was a very special event. Thanks for sharing. I would love to visit Sierra's one day.

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