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I remember being about 6, putting a worm on my hook, jamming the butt of the little plastic yellow rod in between the boards on the foot bridge over the stream behind my grandparent’s cabin in Wyoming. Promptly fell asleep until I was woken up by a nice rainbow on the end of the line. I didn’t learn until many years later my uncle went and caught the fish for me.
That would be a pretty nice trip today even if Rockhound would probably drop it. Might have even been the last time I fished 😂
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