Dry season is finally over. Not finally. But you always know and wait for the day to come. When the end comes, the new starts. Now the prepping for the next dry season is the everyday reality. There will be a lot of trimming and waxing these coming dark months.
I walked the river for 10 hours. Spying for rising trout and grayling. Nothing. The river was floating its way down without any surface disturbance. I dropped dead on the ground under the bridge and fell asleep. I woke up to a party with caddisfly pupas. Seven beautiful two pound grayling could not resist my imitations of the caddisfly pupa swimming for the riverbank to hatch.
I am not going to bore you with 15 pics of brown trout and grayling. I give you the goodie!
I snatched a two day trip before going on family vacation. The condition in the area looked phenomenal and previous results trigged the nerves out of my system. With “Elvis beach”, by one of my Swedish favourite bands The Bear Quartet, in the speakers, me seeing fish fight episodes in slow mo in my head and the pedal to the metal, the atmosphere in the car was ecstatic.