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Hey flap all ears. My grandfather died when I was young. He was around long enough to pass on his love of fishing to myself. I have all his old lures and jigs. I remember watching him fillet his catch everytime he would come home. I remember the smells, especially the smell of wet newspaper when he would wrap the heads and tails and throw them in the garden. I did not get to experience these trips with him. I wish I did. My father does not fish, so I have all this passion for the sport and have to learn it myself. Not a bad thing, I enjoy it.
Maybee that is why I enjoy this site so much it brings back good memories and helps steer me in the right directions.
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