Another gem from the talented Rolf Nylinder. Here, he documents his explorations of winter turning to spring and then summer on a nameless, backyard creek, looking for trout, but finding “…grayling, it’s like a stupid cousin to the trout.” Rolf’s words not ours. And running out of dopamine in the process. But soon he finds subtle signs of his beloved trout, and his enthusiasms are renewed.
Give it a watch, you’ll like it.