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Learn Minimalist Fly-Fishing

I WAS BORN into a family of pack rats. The trait is exacerbated by outdoor activities, which add the threat of being far from home without a necessary item. I would sooner carry two headlamps for a hundred miles than risk being left without one. So it’s no surprise that my fly-fishing essentials are comprehensive: a rod and reel, two dozen flies, a couple lengths of tapered line, and multiple cutting tools.

Living in Montana, I’ve made fly-fishing part of my daily routine most of the summer and into the fall. On work days, I pack my gear and

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