Pactola Reservoir, my old friend and companion, faces a greedy new gold rush in the precious waters that feed it

By EDWARD MARTLEY, Top Dog Publishing RAPID CITY, S.D. — It was dark as the inside of a cow that Saturday night in the late 1960s when the homemade raft, six of us aboard, putt-putted onto the glassy surface of Pactola Reservoir. We were going fishing, and the darkness of the night held promise of success. We would dangle lanterns …