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Surrender to Solitude Dennis Coppock

"God loves a man that smells of trout water and mountain meadows." "God loves a man that smells of trout water and mountain meadows." -Harry Middleton -Harry Middleton Trout.

The word itself is music, it quickens the pulse, brings memories long forgotten and left to the dust of time to the forefront of the mind to be lived again, over and over. It feeds our soul during the times when we can not be in the places they call home, the streams and rivers, mountains and canyons, aspen groves and flower blanketed meadows. It conjures up images of high country tarns glistening under a false dawn, the horizon glowing faintly with the promise of a new day, of streams born from snow melt, tiny rivulets seeping from every pore of the fragile alpine tundra, coming together with other tiny rivulets to form that life giving water that trout require to survive. These waters are small but the trout are here, often times unmolested, unfished except by the rare intrepid individual who is willing to go the extra mile or five for the sake of solitude, regardless the size of the fish. Absorb these places through every pore, through every sense until you are unable to tell where you stop and the mountains start, absorbed by the wild.

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Spots.

All trout have spots, from the sun dog looking fiery orange of German Browns to the delicate red and pastel colored spots of the mis-named Brook Trout, dark oblong flakes on heavily spotted Cutthroats give way to the liquid like rainbow hues of the aptly named Rainbow Trout. But there are other types of spots also, spots of time where perhaps a certain fish stands out in your minds eye, held hostage in your thoughts for you to relive over and over when the need for solace arises when life's challenges are proving to much to bear. There are also spots held close to the heart, those places where you can go back to, time and again, and be renewed, where your soul is filled and your mind is put at ease, the gentle sounds of water flowing over the dark stones like the voice of a river Naiad speaking a language, that while unknown and unintelligible brings comfort and joy. Yet another type of spot, one spoken of to

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