CHASING TROUT IN RUGGED WATERS

The sun beat down on the glassy surface of the lake, a shimmering mirror reflecting the towering pines that fringed its shores. 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 shore, my wader-clad feet sunk into the soft earth, a