Murph Goes Fishing
Saturday, January 7, 2012
You Don't Become A Dyed-In-The-Wool Fisherman by Accident
While visiting my Grandmother over the holidays I came upon a few pictures that explain where I get it from.
Left to right: My maternal great grandfather and grandmother, and one of their friends.
Another picture of my great grandfather.
My grandfather fly fishing at Spruce Creek, PA. I doubt that it was overrun by fishing clubs stocking lunker fish at this point in its history.
My cousin and grandfather in 2009.
Me fishing the Little J.
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