— For most fishermen a 20-pound trout is a trophy, but for Paiute tribe members and fish biologists here the one Matt Ceccarelli caught was a victory.
I had cold-weather fly-fished a couple of times in Colorado, but the only thing I caught was a cold.
Rather, what they caught was a slight excess of photon pairs with a particular energy, along with a few other telltale particles, peeking up ever so slightly over the background signal — the echo of a rumor of the event itself.
The first to be caught was a street crew operating in New York, their pictures captured as, prosecutors said, they traveled the city withdrawing money and stuffing backpacks with cash.
The first fish I ever caught was a sunfish, or bluegill, and at that moment I joined the elite group of, oh, 25 million or 30 million people who started angling the same way.
The creature I caught was a Montana rainbow trout, as bright as the light on the stream it came from, as treasured, by fishermen, as clean water, but an invader nonetheless.
