We're at the base of a Nevada range that holds populations of
rainbows, cutthroats, cuttbows, and tiger trout. The latter being
the preferred target. When times are good these fish grow large
and fight more like a landlocked steelhead than the beautiful
mutants they truly are. When times are bad and the water is scarce
they may not even be there, vanishing for several years. They've
become like a jinn to us, sometimes answering our desires and at
other times cursing our sanity. But like the girl that won't say she
loves you or tell you to get lost, you'll keep coming back again and
again. We are a hopeful and foolish lot.