Keaton McEvoy clenches a line between her teeth as she sets up her rod for some early spring fishing in the Presumpscot River north of Portland, ME. She pays no heed to the 25 mph wind gusts and the puppy whining in the crate of her SUV, nor to the gray slush on which she is standing. What she can’t ignore is the black Ford Bronco that pulls up beside her.

“This river have many fish?” the driver asks, engine idling.

“Brown trout,” McEvoy says, knowing the river has not yet been stocked and the likelihood of hooking one today is slim. But the sun is shining, the snow is melting and the urge to cast is strong…

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