Trout Town Lullaby
’M AWAKE AGAIN at midnight, ghost-pale and sweating profusely, tortured by the possibility that my hometown of Gunnison, Colorado, doesn’t measure up to other Western trout towns. I’m haunted by the prospect that I may be cheating myself out of angling opportunities by not relocating to a more revered playground like Bozeman or Jackson. This insomniaproducing insecurity could just be psychological Shangri-La I think it is? How will I know? I begin working my way through the list of qualifying characteristics…
