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Good stuff! My favorite memory is when my Dad and his best friends took me along to a "Man Camp" up in the Sierra Mountains of California for some trout fishing. That is where I got hooked on fishing. It also gave me a sense of the serenity of the outdoors and what it's like when a group gets together for one common adventure. Thanks for sharing Jason!

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Thanks man. Yeah I love it. I have enjoyed trout fishing so much the last two years. I had a big time last week catching some nice 20-plus inch browns in Arkansas. Getting back on small rivers has rekindled my love of making new fishing memories.

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That's awesome! I didn't even know Arkansas had trout! Wow!

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Man, this inspired me. We have our "duck camp" days but I need a fish camp!

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It’s awesome man. I did it all the time in my 20s and 30s. I’m trying to start a tradition with a few different groups now. To chase trout and panfish and bass.

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Our deer camp is this weekend. The hunting is great, but it's icing on the top. Getting together with our friends once or twice a year, skinning and processing deer, sitting around the campfire, sharing stories - it's good for our souls.

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I completely agree. I’m not much of a hunter but enjoy deer camp. And when we started fish camp back in Arkansas, I recruited two sets of friend groups so I could do it twice as much!

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