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  1. Love the magazine and subject matter covered by your fine publication. I’ve lived in CA for 37 years (from OH prior) and through it all have a deep fondness and fascination with fishing, locally, regionally, distantly, and abroad. God’s blessed me with real opportunity to fish the world, on distant ventures and of all the sights I’ve seen, experienced and can recall, none have eclipsed the enjoyment of fishing my own, California creeks, ponds, rivers and streams, lakes, bays, and waters in our own, Golden State. Hurrah, to the stories and articles shown by your magazine. I wish only I could be a part of it too, spreading the good news, that trout are biting in the eastern sierra watersheds, that halibut are found in the deeper holes of SF Bay, that yellowtail are just offshore, near the continental shelf, and lunker bass can be had, at some local area impoundment, that plastic lures are making a huge comeback in the angler’s arsenal, about salmon and more trout, trout, trout, and steelhead…. See what I mean. All the great topics and all of which I enjoy. I saw this opportunity to comment, and thanks for the opportunity. I live east of SF, in the small town of Alamo, CA. Some of my favorite waters and ventures have been to high-Sierra scenic and rural yet accessible waters, finding the most colorful and hungry brookies, teaming in streams large enough to leap across, and in deep river cuts, near bends or abutments, where large-mouthed brown trout eagerly strike near dusk on gently worked spinners, pulled slowly just out of the current’s reach. Heavily spotted rainbows, with silver and blue and a purplish sheen twisting the line as they come out of the deep while casting a spoon from the shore. I’ve hooked silvery and shiny steelhead from the most glamorous of pools, having the perfect moment on the perfect stretch of water, and finding myself all alone through it all, in God’s great country. Of the most beautiful fish in the world can be found here in our own native watersheds. Need not we mention the Cutthroat strains, and the king of them all, the Golden Trout.
    My father and I live on what we call the Bolla Ranch. I give care for him, and if we’re lucky, once a year I can get him strong enough to go fishing for a few hours in an area locale. We’ve tried Pacifica Pier with little success, and several piers in San Francisco Bay. We have yet to catch anything but a few hours of scenic beauty and the hope of seeing the rod tip go down, to then feel the strain on the other end. The strike and the set, and the fight to come. What we’re all hoping for. I write this message in hopes that it finds all well with those of you who produce this very fine publication to avid readers like me. Best wishes for a safe and healthy year to all of you, and yours, and we here are looking forward to more issues of California Sportsman.

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