04-01-2014, 07:47 PM
Pop started me at an early age.He used to take me up Chalk Creek above Fillmore.The stream split up the canyon aways,and only one had a road.He would put me on his shoulders,and hike up the fork without the road and that is where I caught my first wild trout.He has been gone for a while,but Im thankful for all he taught me,not only about fishing,but the ability to work hard,play hard,be honest with all those I know and meet.I miss him everyday.
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