Was out tonight on the Tweed for trout, i had nine fish mostly about the ten inch mark when i saw a better fish move, i got into casting position and was just about to unhook the fly when a trail of bubbles came up the water towards me, i knew what it was, this otters head then appeared no more than two foot from me, it gave a kind of snort and went back under, i thought it was gone but it came back up slighty further out and gave me a propper "what the f**k" look!
On the walk back to the car a fox ran down the path.
Dont normally say this but there is more to fishing than catching fish
Nature is so cool.