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My fondest memory is when I was about 7 or 8, my parents allowed me to walk to the local pond by myself, I caught a small largemouth and the guys that were building something nearby took it off the hook for me, and called it a nice fish. I was beaming, and never stopped fishing after that. I was at that pond every chance I got, catching mostly pickeral, perch and bullheads, but occasionally getting a small bass or trout. Leading out of that pond was a small stream that led to a private hunting and fishing club, and we used to sight fish for trout that made it up the stream out of the fly fishing pond. I couldnt have asked for a better place to grow up. And since it was a girl scout camp, it was private, and I had the place to myself, as long as I didnt bother the girl scouts.
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