CHASING TROUT IN RUGGED WATERS

The sun beat down on the pristine surface of the lake, a shimmering 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 branches, whispering secrets only the old forest knew. I stood at the water's edge, my waterproofed feet sunk into the soft mud, a