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Re:It's a damn shame 17 Years, 4 Months ago
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I agree with you Dale.
As a long-time supporter of Cal Trout (since 1974), I stopped donating to them, removed their patch from my fishing vest, and covered their bumper sticker on my auto when they signed on for out of season pulse flows on the N.F. of the Feather.
Since then, Cal Trout has sent several request for donations to me each year by snail mail and by e-mail. Now I know the Cal trout does some good work, so I've replied to their requests by mail, by e-mail, and even by telephone asking for an apology for their action re: N.F. Feather. A simple apology would bring me back into the fold, so to speak. Heck, we all make mistakes.
To make a long-winded rant short, either they're too ashamed to apologize to me or they believe they were right, but it's too much of a burden to explain to me how they were right. Or maybe it's even something I haven't thought of like they don't want my money. In any event, no apology has been garnered to me yet or to anyone else that I know of. So, for now, my money goes to TU and to the Nature Conservancy and to the River Exchange and to a few other fishing and enviromental interests.
Screw 'em.
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Last Edit: 2008/12/03 06:45 By oldtrout.
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