Killing Fish And Holding On To Reality
Bert and I went to his family’s hunting and fishing cabin for a week of pursuing trout. The small stout cabin squats in a clearing, snuggled up next to a hillside, near the center of Pennsylvania’s Tioga State Forest. The center of the forest is the only thing that the cabin is near. We arrived late in the evening and went directly to bed. The next morning, early, after we cooked and ate breakfast, Bert said, “Are you ready to kill some fish?”
