PURSUING TROUT IN UNTAMED WATERS

The sun beat down on the pristine surface of the lake, a glistening mirror reflecting the towering pines that fringed its edges. The air was thick with the scent of pine needles, and a gentle breeze rustled through the twigs, whispering secrets only the old forest knew. I stood at the water's shore, my booted feet sunk into the soft earth, a sympho