COMMUNITY

Cold air fills my lungs as I step out of the truck. The mountains couldn't be quieter; the only sound is the faint bubbles of the river some distance off. There are no tracks in the lot and it doesn't seem like anyone has been here in sometime. Days like...

"How's the fishing?" the lady on the bank genuinely inquired. "We got one in the net, had a few follows- decent day," my buddy in the bow replied. "But we are just getting to the good water-" I retorted. "I would go get my drift boat out of the garage,...