The Zen of Trolling

On the altered state of waiting for a fish to bite, and the pandemonium when it does

I wrote this piece almost exactly 10 years ago, and after a long day of trolling for trout on Lake Superior last weekend, I wanted to take a second look at this piece and modify it to reflect my most recent experience. Then I read it again, for the first time in ages. I decided to let it stand, because I can’t describe the feeling, the zen, of this styl…