Some New Waders and a Stringer Full of Fish Books

There’s just something about wading into a cold stream with a fly rod.  After many years away, I’d almost forgotten the feeling. Last spring, however, I started reading Vermont River by W. D. Wetherell.  It’s a memoir about fly-fishing, a kind of love story about a year in the life of a devout fishermen.  It was just the sort of book to rekindle my pursuit of trout waters. And about this time last year, I bought myself a new pair of waders.

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