Ho-hum to high-end

My family camped every summer when I was kid. I would get up at dawn and quietly go out to fish. One morning I was walking along a stream looking for a good spot. As I came around a bend I could see a guy fishing on the other side. His spot looked perfect. There was a little pool of slower water and, unlike my side of the stream, he had plenty of room to cast. There was even a little log to sit on. Maybe I could use that spot tomorrow morning.

I just had one question: How did he get there?

Click here to read what Author Ben Bowen found out in the July issue.