A horizontal flash of lightening reveals a huge column of clouds descending upon the stream. One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi âa long angry rumble sounds like revving engines.
No time to think, I cast, pulling back on the rod when I see the white of a troutâs mouth. A solid fish peels out of the riffles. In the growing darkness, it feels bigger than it really is.
Another lightning bolt streaks across the leaden sky. One Mississippi, twoâmore thunder, the choppers are drawing closer. Another cast, this one toward the big brown. I see the splash, feel the strike, and then the line flies back in my face. Marvin ainât having any of itâŠ
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