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| High mountain waters. |
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| Wild Rainbows fill the creeks |
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| They are eager and somehow never seem "small" |
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| Mountain meadows in July... |
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| Generally all you can hear is the wind whispering through the Lodgepole Pines |
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| A Rainbow several generations removed from the stocking pens. |
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