A bum without any sort of qualifier like ‘ski’ or ‘surf’ is just a bum. One cannot just be a bum and be socially acceptable. No, to be a respected bum, one must have a past-time, a hobby, and said hobby should cost a lot of money for one to be recognized as such a bum. Enter the trout bum. I’ve known a few in my day. They smell, and tend to drink too much, but they pay their rent on time, in cash, and fork over a deposit for their black lab named Midge. Trout Bum is a collection of essays about all things trout.