On to a big stocked river I went, there the Iso did the trick, coming up twice with Rainbow attached. When it failed to produce the Copper John did, and a 15 inch brown trout came to my feet. The last fly of the day broke the rule, a bucktail. Several casts later it was taken by something big. By the bronze and red flash I knew it was a large brook trout. The line when slack. My heart caught in my throat. I hat loosing good fish. I stood silently or a while.
|Looked down while kneeling by the pool and this guy was right by my knee.|
|Out of focus, but this boy is blind. Look close.|
|Good lord I need to stop shaking so much!|
|Don't care what they say, chubs are beautiful!|