My favorite fish (poached in Jack Daniels) is the brown trout. Pisgah Stream goes right by the cabin and the brown trout appear to be feeding on mosquitoes in the evening when the witching hour comes like rust upon the wind where the nettles and the willows in their orphanage of music singing old creeks like me and moonlight and drenched in dawn times ten and six days late throws darkness all around while beyond that empty room the eyelids have grown heavy.