One for the books
It was a scorcher of a day. Summer had barely begun yet the sun was there, beating down upon our bare arms and legs. The cicadas were there too – not in great numbers yet but their chirping was too tempting to ignore as the trout around here love a good one. So, my brother and I decided it was a day to go fishing.
With a sensitive blister on the back of my heel from a fishing trip a couple of weeks before, the walk in to the river was unpleasant. It was a relief to finally come to
