Mountain Journal
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22nd April 2025
Bonded By Nature, A Son Remembers His Father's Greatest Gift
In June 2004, I went fly fishing for the first time on Mill Creek in Montana with my Dad and brother. By the end of the day, I was pissed because Logan, who is older than me, had invaded my fishing hole and stolen fish I thought were mine.I had been working an eddy behind a big boulder without success. The fish were there. I could see them. And then Logan moved up behind me. He made one cast into the hole and immediately hooked a monster brown trout. When I told the story to Dad, he became an...