CHASING TROUT IN WILD WATERS

The sun beat down on the glassy surface of the lake, a glistening 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 branches, whispering secrets only the old forest knew. I stood at the water's shore, my wader-clad feet sunk into the soft mud,