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After following my uncle around in streams as he flyfished for a couple of years (Merced, Stanislaus and Tuolumne), on my 11th birthday he marched me into a fly shop on Judah in SF, and I received my 1st rod, reel & line...I spent the next 3 Sundays at the casting ponds in Golden Gate Park with my uncle, the flyshop's owner and a couple of fellows from the club...before I could take my birthday present home, I had to demonstrate that I could cast the line properly (distance didn't count as much as efficient technique did).
Before the end of the season that year, my uncle allowed me to fish with his cast off (read: used) flies and I had landed my first trout (which I ate) from the Stanislaus, near Strawberry.
Two years later, my uncle stopped giving me his used flies and began to give me his surplus tying material.
Thanks Uncle Ted,
Petri Heil,
Lttle Paul
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