Anyone who has ever stood in a trout stream and felt the compelling pull of fast water on his waders, or felt the blood-rousing strike of a hungry bass, is apt to be a confirmed fisherman forever after.
If he has also seen the frenzied boil of water as a hook sets firmly, or merely lazed in a boat with a line in his hand, he has discovered what Izaak Walton called the "poetry" of fishing, and has reveled in its "large measure of hope and patience."
This week, across the U.S., fresh-water fishermen from barefoot...
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