by Kayo Robertson I first camped out in Hansel Valley at age twelve. That was over sixty years ago. On a fly that I had tied myself I hooked and lost a huge, perhaps four-pound, Rainbow Trout from one of the many oasis springs collectively known as the Salt Wells complex or Locomotive Springs.[1] I have never forgotten the moment when that powerful creature leaped from the water and its sky born form, like Moses’ burning bush, flashed a refle…
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