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 borders. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth, and a gentle breeze rustled through the twigs, whispering secrets only the old forest knew. I stood at the water's edge, my booted feet sunk into the soft mud, a symphony