I can't begin to tell y'all how many hundreds of hours I spent fishing with my paternal grandfather. We fished for trout in the mountains near Chama, New Mexico. Closer to home, we fished Buffalo Lake and Lake Meredith. We always had a contest to see who caught the biggest fish, and after a long day of fishing, as we cleaned them, my Grandad would always claim the biggest one, he was usually right, but not always. Bare feet and cane poles, it doesn't get any better!
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