Last year, on the last weekend of the season in Vermont, I invited myself along on a fishing trip to a river in Northern Vermont with my boyfriend Tyler and his good buddy Kyle. Kyle had been up there recently and got us all pumped up over the prospect of a fresh landlocked salmon on the line. We left Saturday morning around 1 a.m. with a thermos full of coffee and arrived at the river before sunrise. We geared up by headlamp and we bolted for the section of river Kyle had scoped out on his last trip. The first snow flurries of the year drifted around us and we hunkered down on some boulders on the bank waiting for sunrise.
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