A MEAL AND A MEMORY
May 19, 2020
2 minutes
Adam Heggenstaller Editorial Director
THE TROUT came from the cold, deep water like a jewel from a mine, sparkling green, red, blue and white. My 5-year-old son gave a giddy squeal as he pulled the 9-incher onto the bank.
“Can we keep it, Dad?”
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