Quiet, still and crisp is the morning as the sun crests the horizon, reflecting off the tarn and turning the surface into a cauldron of orange. Fog roils into the atmosphere. Slipping the kayak into the water, I take a seat and start paddling. The water dripping off the paddle onto my legs is chillingly vitalizing. The lake’s surface wrinkles as rainbows and brook trout begin to rise. I exchange paddle for spinning rod and zip a spoon into the center of a ripple. Counting to three, I let the lure sink and then begin the retrieve. The rod tip bounces a couple times, and soon I’m netting the day’s first brookie.
Trout fishing from a kayak is a buoyant experience in more ways than one. It doesn’t take a big fish to feel the rush, and
