In the summer of ’17, I decided I could catch an Oregon Rainbow Trout on a mouse. I had boxes of patterns left over from Alaska and a private lake all to myself. Sure enough, as the shade crept over the east bank I found a player. He jettisoned out of the water like a great white shark, spitting the mouse only to come down upon it pummeling it with his shoulders.\u00a0 I knew this game. Much like his cousin the Leopard Trout in Alaska, he would eat his prey in its stunned state. All I’d have to do is NOTHING. Just be patient, still; show one ounce of discipline.\u00a0 My heart was beating in my throat, each contraction encompassing\u00a0a full swing around the sun.\u00a0 His nose surfaced and his tail swirled. Down went the mouse and my line went tight! It was a firm set, and we were\u00a0dancing.\u00a0 I was all alone on a lake in the middle of nowhere, and all I could think was what a joy this moment was going to be share with others.<\/p><\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t