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There is something very Zen about fishing... I think. Especially fly fishing. There is definitely an art to it. Just as there is to the hand tied flies that they use. When I was growing up, my dad was a fly fisherman. I always thought there was something mystical about it. He would get up and leave before dawn. He was very quiet and careful not to wake anyone up. He would get his gear together the night before so he could just get up and go... and be there in the river as the sun was coming up... what a beautiful place to be, regardless of whether or not you catch a fish?
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