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I KNOW FLY-FISHING'S DREAM STREAM, AND I'LL EVEN TELL YOU WHERE IT IS
Michael Baughman
May 17, 1982
Doug called on a Friday afternoon to propose a three-day trip to The Creek. "I realize it's short notice," he said, "but I was sure I was going to have to work this weekend, and then all of a sudden things cleared up. Pete's welcome, too. We could pack in tomorrow afternoon and come back out Monday."
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May 17, 1982

I Know Fly-fishing's Dream Stream, And I'll Even Tell You Where It Is

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You say you're tired of the fished-out, hatchery-loaded streams of 20th-century America? That you'd like to try The Creek yourself? Cast for that huge trout that eluded us and others like it? All right. In writing about the place I suppose I'm obliged to divulge its location. So, take a map of the Western U.S. Begin at Portland, Ore. and draw a line from there eastward to Pocatello, Idaho. Next, continue the line south to Goldfield, Nev. and then back to Pismo Beach, Calif. Use the Pacific Coast itself as a western border, and somewhere in there is The Creek. I swear it.

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