On Feb 21, 2:30*pm, "Larry L" wrote:
"mr.rapidan" wrote
too . . . *a couple short trips to VA, a week in the Sierra Nevadas in
CA, and as many day trips and overnighters in PA as possible.

where you going in ArnoldLand? ( don't be too specific ... east side/ west
north/ south ;-)

My grandfather took me fishing for the first time when I was about 6 on the
Rappahannick ( sp probably way off ) or somehing like that near Warrenton,
VA ... your screen name always brings back that memory .... it's a good
memory, please post more often G

Larry L ( granddad had lost one arm and I remember my mother being terrified
I'd fall out of the boat and he'd not be able to save me and arguing with my
father about letting me go *... I'm very glad she didn't prevail in th e
argument ......... I also remember the wonderful taste of the little
bluegill ( something small ) we brought home and grandmother fried up
breaded in corn meal, and the powerful ego inflating sense of 'providing
dinner' via the manly arts of the angler * .... thanks again rapidan *;-)

My handle is more directly related to Harry Murray's fly than to the
river, itself (I'm more than a little color blind, and I need big,
yellow flies so I can see 'em. The fact that I can sometimes make
them work is a bonus!)

We're landing in Fresno and will head . . . East. We'll be up high.
Creeks and lakes is the goal. I hope this is general enough.

Glad to be able to help conjure up those childhood memories! I've got
mine, right now, too - upstate NY, near Springfield Center, I was 10,
11, 12 - we fished this broad, long, slow, pool in a tiny stream.
Looking back, someone must have dug it out, or something - it was
practically a pond. Suckers and bluegills. Perch, too? Can't
remember. I used my Zebco and could not have been happier, hangin'
with the boys, throwing rocks, exploring the woods, all that. It was
all fishing.