I opted for catch and release even before covid, probably 90 percent of the time anyway…but filing down the barb of my hook during the last year and half only seemed fair, human. This trip seemed no different, the first several fish furrowing from my hands into the steady stream of the Ozark river; but then something changed, reverted in my attitude and insight. I was hungry. I was hungry for trout. The next baby lunker twisted side to side, pushing hard against my line, but with tip up and bent, I slowly brought her into the net, after nearly 10 minutes of fight. She knew, or at least I felt she knew, finally succumbing, letting me hold her in my hands as the pretty water coursed over her back and into her gills. I waited, and even pleaded, “Run, girl…go home” But she didn’t struggle, just slowly opened and closed her mouth gently. I took it as a sign, from whom or what, I have no idea….but it was a sign nevertheless, and I carefully placed her in my basket.