Juniper Vojta learning to cast with Fenwick fiberglass and a Pflueger in the high country of Colorado’s Western Slope. You slept on the floor of my un-plumbed cabin up Three Mile Creek, and we drove the old pickup for miles on dirt roads to a wilderness meadow with smil-ing friends and spinning mayflies and gorgeous falling light. In the foggy morning there was bacon and almost nuptials, and you caught your first cutthroat and brook trout on a fly rod and liked my old friends. 072 LOOKING BACK
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