Ginormous freestoner browns. Epically difficult spring creek rainbows. Those ghosts called permit or the mythical winter steelhead tailwalking across your eyelids every night. Hell, fishing to carp in an industrial drainage ditch gets a lot of us flat-out psyched because fishing for anything is fun. And having fun is really, really fun.

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