What a lovely day it was, the sun was warm on my back as I walked through the lush green grass towards my favourite bit of water on the stream.
The cattle were at ease with their new calves, and the lambs had that delightful playfulness in their step.
I crept up quietly besides some trees, it was hard to see at first with all the greenery now out, but as I peered into the pool below, many fine trout could be seen rising, and my heart leapt.
It wasn't hard to see what they were taking, one hell of a hatch was taking place of BWO's.
I flicked through the fly box and decided on a #16 one which I tied with trembling hands, in anticipation of my first cast.
The swallows were picking them off with gusto, it was a delight to see.
Then out of no where I could hear a cuckoo, fantastic, can it get any better I thought to myself.
I had marked one decent fish, and gently slipped into position to make my first cast, the water was quite warm against my breathables.
I stood quietly waiting for this fish to show himself again, I didn't want to risk spooking him on the first chuck, at last he showed himself, and I started my cast, only perhaps 20 feet away, but a bit awkward under the tree canopy.
Finally the time felt right and I let it go, it landed perfectly, even for me, just two feet above him, then one almighty slurping noise.
"Drink your coffee" my wife shouted before it gets cold, I opened my left eye to see her slurping hers, and my dream was shattered into a thousand pieces.
Never mind lads, soon be spring.
S.
Caught loads of wild brownies yesterday.
SKB tackle supporter. I love Furled Leaders.
Eddie
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