The Tickler: The Story of the Perfect Trout
I sat on a large rock and squinted as I attempted to tie on a small PMD pattern onto my fly line in the vanishing evening light. Moments ago, I drifted my large caddis pattern through an enticing run, prompting a large cutthroat to reveal his hiding spot amongst the cobbles- a brief flash of silver and crimson, subtle enough that it could have easily been missed. I covered the seam pressed up against a wall on the far bank,…