Passing it on: Grandpa Chuck watches Sophie tie a fly.
When I was a kid I was fascinated by trout flies. It seemed almost inborn.
It started when I was about eight when my godfather showed me a box of flies that he tied.
There was a sporting goods store in my small home town that sold .22 rifles and ammo, among other things, and I took to shooting at an early age. My dad and my godfather instructed me carefully and well. My dad had the stock of my first .22 sawed off so it would fit a boy. There was a small assortment of flies in the store where dad bought the .22.
I idolized my godfather; he was my father's closest friend and with a houseful of d...
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