Before the rain, fishing is usually really good! And so I catch many beautiful browns this day, but most oft them are rather small. Below almost every overhanging tree or bush comes a bite…. this area of the little streams really looks promising, there must be big browns somewhere! But so far, during many years, I haven’t caught a big one here. A rusty horseshoe on the bank could be a good sign, and although I am not superstitious usually, I still hope that it could mean something… at least the kids will like it, and so I put it in my backpack.
And then sometimes it happens, that for some unknown reason, you keep casting in a spot… although you have caught a few small ones already and although in most cases, you would go on walking to the next spot.
But you cast, and you cast… and suddenly there is THE BITE you have been waiting for. It feels almost like hooking a tree… a force to which the 5wt rod bends to a half circle. A wild and strong brown, the queen of the stream, a wonderful fish.
After a few minutes I manage to navigate it into my net, and I measure it: 55cm! The biggest so far this season!
And then the rain begins to pour, but I walk home smiling… I couldn’t feel any better!
