SEEKING TROUT IN RUGGED WATERS

The sun beat down on the crystal 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 leaves, whispering secrets only the old forest knew. I stood at the water's shore, my wader-clad feet sunk into the soft soil,