When I left France to come to America after the second World War, my friend from school predicted that I would marry "The King of Chewing Gum." The man I married many years later wanted to work at a service station that had a sign "Gone Fishing" and that's how I found fly fishing and a whole new life.

Our circle of friends were all men, avid fly fishers with just a couple women who went along with their husbands and enjoyed this new sport. A friend and I decided to start a "Women Fly Fishing" club. We sent out 22 invitations to the first meeting, hoping of six women to come. About 20 came. That was it! We needed a name, a place to meet, a charter and a set of rules and goals.

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