We knew this skinny water had promise, but our hopes of finding brown trout dwindled as we faced a long stretch of dead water. Cast after cast revealed no takers. It's a good thing we decided to stay the course, because eventually the stream morphed into a series of magical riffles, runs, and pools. Around every turn, the fishing kept getting better and the trout continued to get bigger. Some of our best fish came after our camera batteries died. We're already planning a trip back to finish the journey upstream (wish plenty of batteries to share the experience).
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