Exploring possible hunting sites brings adrenaline rush
I can tell you the exact moment I became addicted to fishing; it happened while standing on the rocks with my dad on the shore of the Sheyenne River just below the Baldhill Dam, as we landed white bass hand over fist on a warm June Saturday nearly 10 years ago. Clearly, I can recall where all the tumblers fell into place and the first door of the labyrinth that is fly fishing unlocked, as I targeted one rising trout after another on a mountain stream in northern Norway.
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