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Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Hey Sil, Could you pass me an Elk Hair Caddis?
Dyke Hendrickson writes via MainToday.com about his youthful foray into fishing on some property owned by "The Family."
The reason there were many brook trout was that no adults would fish the streams. The land was owned by Mafia henchman. No joke. These guys, with five o'clock shadows and Cadillacs which at that time were the length of Rhode Island, would yell, scream and sometimes even point what appeared to be guns to get strangers to leave.
Labels:
fly fishing,
mafia
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