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Standing on the banks of Hot Creek, watching trout rise in delicate fashion to unsuspecting mayflies, tying on a dry fly, casting perfectly with a natural drift, watching the fly anxiously anticipating the rise, seeing the nose break the surface and suck the imitation in, setting the hook and feeling the chaotic pressure of the fish as the reel screams from excitement, landing the fish, admiring the myriad of colors and patterns on the native trout, gently releasing the fish, watching it swim off to fight another day.
"The fish you release, is your gift to another angler"
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