When most of the world is sleeping in all nestled in their beds I’m standing in the middle of a 58 degree river in 40 degree weather chasing those ever elusive trout. You see with the long summer absence of trout comes the deep desire to fish every wakening available moment. Even though today only brought 4 to hand it was not without rewards as the pheasant tail is a prizefighter in a murky post rain stream.
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