“Allen, you see fish by rock with moss?” “No” “Ok, see white rock, then next rock, then rock with moss, right ten centimeters.” “I don't see it.” “Allen, this is 50-centimeter fish. How you can't see? Cast up from moss rock, ten centimeters to right.” I'm in western Slovenia, knee-deep in sub-60 degree, Bombay Sapphire-esque water with my local guide, Bojan, attempting to catch my first marble trout. Marbles, or Soca trout as they are called locally, are rare native fish char

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I've had it. Had it with the traffic. The RVs and buses and vans. The gawkers and rubberneckers. The safety signs and orange cones. The stalking for a parking spot, like Walmart on Black Friday. I've had it with the damned fanny packs and shiny white tennis shoes and fill-in-the-blank-tourist-attraction souvenir shirts and visors and selfie sticks. My wife and I are on day seven of a nine-day trip exploring Glacier and Yellowstone National Parks, and I am channeling my inner

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