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Went camping with my wife and kids this past weekend in NH, we camped right beside a river. I brought along a rod to fish with kids and maybe catch a few sunnies or possibly a trout. At dusk I saw some trout hitting flies on the surface and went down to take a few casts, after a few I got a hit on a rooster tail and it was like a shot of heroin. I couldn’t stop. My wife was getting frustrated because I was fixated on the fish. I finally landed a beautiful rainbow. I told I would stop now, the kids were impressed with the fish and I let it go. For the rest of the weekend, every time she went to the bathroom or took a walk, I grabbed the rod and made a few casts. I could have done nothing but fish that river, even if it was only to catch 15 inch fish. I’m 37 and it been that way ever since I was 5 or 6. Largemouths, stripers, blues, tarpon, barracuda, shark, snappers, it never ends. I am definitely addicted, it is a constant search for that rush of hooking a fish.
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