CHASING TROUT IN UNTAMED WATERS

The sun beat down on the glassy surface of the lake, a shimmering 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 leaves, whispering secrets only the old forest understood. I stood at the water's edge, my booted feet sunk into the soft mud, a symp