My favorite fishing hole hasn't been ruined yet, and no I'm not going to tell where it is.
Sounds like I should be glad I moved from Jersey when I did. I had some wonderful days fishing there though.
I still remember my first day fly fishing. It was on the Rahway River in Cranford. I used a Scarlet Ibis wet that I had tied myself. In about three hours I caught six trout, I don't remember what kind. It was in April of 1953 when I was a freshman in high school.

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There is a fine line between fly fishing, and standing in the water waving a stick.