The Drake

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HEN SPRING FISHING SEASON would arrive sixty years ago, the banks of Owego Creek were lined with anglers of all ages. This was especially true where the creek passes through our farm. Access to the stream was limited by pasture fences, so my father built gates, making it easier for people using the stream to come and go through

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