© Tim Tipton 2021 I previously told the story about not recalling the first fish I caught as a child. I really wish that I could remember that moment, if for no other reason than to look back at my misspent youth. Fortunately, I can recollect many fish that I have taken on the fly rod. I bought my first fly rod on a whim. I was in the old Fischer’s Sporting Goods store in Shepherdsville, talking to one of the two brothers that owned the place, while idly surveying products. My thirty-first birthday had recently come and gone, and I was in town killing time before heading to the newspaper office where I worked. I had taken an interest in fly fishing, even took a try at casting my uncle’s fly rod in his yard. I still hadn’t bought my first fly rod, but I was ready to pull the trigger. While browsing the store inventory, searching for anything that might strike my fancy, I came upon a cheap fly rod a...
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