Continuing along the path, I observe the trees beginning to spread apart, and the distant murmur of a waterfall reaches my ears. Though faint at first, the sound grows clearer with every step I take. I pick up my speed slightly, filled with anticipation.
🧫Listening to classical violin through headphones while wearing fish-print socks, I feel a sharp, unexpected yank on the line. Reeling in, there's a solid resistance—a striped bass, about 20 inches, gleaming silver. I slide it into the cooler, rebait the hook, and make another