Pursuing Trout in Rugged Waters
The sun beat down on the glassy surface of the lake, a sparkling mirror reflecting the towering pines that fringed its shores. The air was thick with the scent of sun-warmed grass, 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 mud,