Rainbow, Rainbow, Rainbow
Tight lines, Yeats, and Elizabeth Bishop
Most days I have no luck with the trout. Some days1 I pull in four, one right after the other, and lose a fifth as it nears the pier. Then I eat trout all week, in a series of economical and delicious dinners.2
There’s nothing fancy about fishing for rainbow trout, which are farmed in hatcheries and dumped into the state’s lakes by the thousands. Sometimes…