Best in the West
as the wind picked up on the pond. I flicked my rod, watching the lure dance above the surface and back—straight into a tree. Henry Hudson, who oversees adventures for Blue Sky and bears no relation to the explorer of the same name, laughed it off and pointed across the shore. “See how the waves are going towards that bank? That’s your spot.” I trudged through the last dregs of snowpack and cast. Nothing. Stick. Nothing. Cattail. Nothing. Then resistance, a tug-of-war,
