I fly fished for the first time in 2022, the first time since my brain injury. I did not—to nobody’s surprise—catch anything.
Something glamorous like trout or stripers was not in the cards. I was just going for bass and bluegill. Something doable, easier, low-pressure. The place I went often yields a fish on eve…
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