A Vignette in the Life of a #4
Nancy Rutherford
I was looking for fish. Fly rod in hand, I was eager to land a nice rainbow or brown in the small creek close to our campground. Though not terribly adept yet at spotting fish, I had been told that Polaroid glasses were guaranteed to help any angler see them if one knew where and how to look—and I had spotted them several times when the water had been fairly clear. I focused in on the rocks on the river bottom—through the water in a deep pool acros...
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