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I can’t begin to tell you how much fun fly fishing has given me over the past 30 years. And to think that it all began with a family visit from Ontario and a 15 minutes lesson on how to cast using a fly rod, thanks to my brother-in-law Joe. I never went back to Ontario and since that time I have had countless hours of fun and excitement fly fishing for brook trout, Atlantic salmon, smallmouth bass and chain pickerel.

How time flies when you’re having fly fishing fun, right?

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I took a part time job pumping gas for Sears, in Dieppe so I could have lots of time to practice my new fly fishing skills on some of the most gorgeous brook trout I had ever seen. I just kept finding new brooks and streams and they all seem to have hungry brookies waiting for a fly.

So I spent the next 4 or 5 years getting familiar with the waters of New Brunswick and even started fly fishing bass and pickerel which opened a whole new world of fishing to me.

Ready To Fish at The Drop of a Hat

I was definitely addicted to fly fishing, so much so that I almost always had my canoe on the roof of my car ready to go fishing and of course kept my fishing gear in the car 24/7. I could get off work and be fishing in a half hour if I wanted to but as time went on I found more and more places to fish so some days I would drive for awhile to get to some new waters. It never gets old.

God Wants Me To Fly Fish

I remember one day I came out of work ready to go fishing and saw that my car had been broken into. I was instantly heart broken as I expected to see my fly fishing rods, reels, waders, gear, and 100s of flies that took me a long time to tie to be gone. I would have to buy all new stuff and that wasn’t really in the budget.

I looked inside and nearly burst into tears. Then I started doing the Happy Dance. All my fly fishing gear was still there. So I wondered if the broken passanger window was an accident. Then I saw the glove box was open and all our CDs were missing. This highly intelligent thief had stolen about 15 or 20 christian CDs and left hundreds of dollars in fishing gear just sitting there.

I went back into the gas bar and told the guys I work with what happened and we all had a good laugh. Then one of the guys from the automotive shop helped me put plastic over the window and I headed off fishing feeling very blessed that God wants me to fish.

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