In the 1970s I started learning from fly fishrers of the Great Generation.

[Ralph]

Great great grand dad Kennedy was herding sheep and mapping the Sierra around the Monache Meadows area before the turn of the century. He always carried a fly rod. Meadows, mountains and lakes were named after him. My great grand dad was fly fishing the Sierra in the 30's. My grand dad was building rods in the 40's and my aunt Pat was tying flies commercially in the 50's out of Visalia. Fly fishing has run strong in our family for many generations. Now my daughters and grand sons are avid fly fishers.

[RoosterHunter]

Keep it going Ralph.