PURSUING TROUT IN WILD WATERS

The sun beat down on the pristine surface of the lake, a shimmering mirror reflecting the towering pines that fringed its edges. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth, and a gentle breeze rustled through the twigs, whispering secrets only the old forest understood. I stood at the water's bank, my wader-clad feet sunk into the soft earth, a