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Boring classroom days were passed with "Field and Stream", as well as "Peterson's" tucked neatly between textbooks. I learned calculus of whitetail ruts and geometry of core buck areas. History was an ignorance of kings and queens and a daydream of the Rockies and Hawken rifles. Warm days were spent with a fly rod from a flea market that dad had given me. I was innocent, I had no clue about Sage, Scott, or Winston! Casting flies under willow trees, I would imagine being on a western stream and catching cutthroat trout. At the time I thought that was only for the rich, not some boy from Alabama.