UNWIND: The Secret to Fishing

My fishing line carved out a perfect arc in the thin morning air, flung out the Panther Martin, and cratered a few inches below the jade-green surface of Rush Creek. I sat, cross-legged, on the grassy creek bank beneath fluttering aspen and an achingly blue Sierra sky, waiting for a brown trout to bite. As … Continue reading UNWIND: The Secret to Fishing