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Old Warriors Never Die

A few days ago I was down at my parents house for a visit. Me and me father were sitting around reminiscing and talking about fly fishing years ago and Dad said "hold on a minute, I found something the other day you might be interested in." He went downstairs and rambled around for a minute and brought up this old rod, complete with a Martin automatic reel on it. I recognized it instantly even though it has been over 30 years since the last time I saw it. It was the first rod that I ever fly fished with and what I learned to cast and catch fish with.

This story starts in my Grandfather's basement in about 1979 or 1980. Jody, my grandfather, had a full basement under his house and to a 12 year old boy it was one of the most magical places on earth. It was full of old fishing gear, camping gear, tools and tons upon tons of interesting things to prowl around in. On one of these plundering expeditions I found this rod. It was old then, the Wright McGill Eagle Claw badge on …

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