Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery. Cormac McCarthy
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The brook trout is a beautiful fish that will be sadly missed. The brook trout was once the symbol of Pennsylvania. They are now extinct because of pollution. They are very beautiful fish that are loved by everyone. More than half of the brook trout population had disappeared by 1985, and there were only an estimated 300 of them left in the wild by the time they went extinct.

Source: The Road

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