A Bad Wheel Gives Pause

Ow! That really hurts. I was lying on my back. Pain was shooting through my right ankle. At least my brother-in-laws fishing rod was not damaged. Of course, my first brown trout was still with me too. But, I was wondering if the pain was temporary or if I had a major injury.

I knew that I would be able to get out of the wilderness. It was only 9 AM. My brother-in-law was near. His vehicle was well within reach. But, I was seriously hurting.

My favorite kind of fishing is following a stream to catch the elusive trout. Reading the water and locating hiding spots for leery fish is a challenge. Surrounded by the beautiful terrain of mountains, forests, meadows is awe inspiring. But, I was locked on to my mission: fish.

The morning had started with fishing for Rainbow trout in a small river. I was fishing under a bridge when a horde of other fishermen showed up. A tranquil morning turned into "combat fishing". These guys were so close that I had to practice short casting. It was time to leave and find some solitude.

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