It was around noon when I leaned over and gently kissed Stac on the head. She slowly opened her eyes, looking dazed and confused.

I couldn’t wait – I immediately told her I had just landed three brook trout: a 17-inch, a 21-inch and a 22.5-inch. She barely seemed to register what I was saying. Vertigo had hit her hard that morning, and she had spent all of day two in bed.

Still, I rambled on about each fish as if she were right there with me. She barely knew where she was, but that didn’t stop me from sharing. And that’s how day two began. (You can read about the first part of this fishing journey here .)

The rest of that day was a blur. Stac stayed in bed fighting off vertigo, but by the end of the day she had turned the corner and would be able to fish the rest of the week.

Dinner

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