MOMENTS

t was a mild winter’s afternoon, the river was low, the clouds were high, and the stags were roaring. Only, stags were not what we were after. This evening my Dad, brother, and I were targeting the elusive and cunning Rainbow Trout. I lowered my foot into the crystal-clear water, the sudden temperature change sent a shiver up my spine. I’ve been in this river countless times but am always shocked how cold it is. Staring into the rapids, I half expected to see