Although a toad of a Brown Trout chased my fly twice, the next thing to eat my streamer was a drowned tree branch. Bye fly!
After screwing around with all sorts of flies, catching one Brown, and watching a big snapping turtle climb onto a rock, the light began to fade and a spinner fall materialized.
I put on a brown quill spinner, size eighteen, and lost it three trout later. By that point I pulled out the nearest pattern that I could see in the box, which happened to be a size 16 caenis spinner. I caught one and missed who knows how many trout with it. I ought to try to get back out their and catch that fall on my next birthday.