During my many years at Ft Bragg, North Carolina, I spent many hours fishing small ponds and lakes with a fly rod. I got the looks of disbelief that a fly rodder would even dare show up at those lakes. There were no trout there.

When bass, crappie and bream fell prey to my flies, my fishing style and method became a subject for conversation and accounted for several converts to the ways of the long rod.

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