So another trout season ends , I reckon that was my 51st, Not I might add my 51st fishing season but it is the number since I picked up my first fly rod. Hard to imagine how much time I have spent planning , dreaming and actually fishing for trout since I caught the first one . I can still remember that first fish, I can recall that moment of disbelief of fooling that rising fish as if it was yesterday. When I lift into a rising fish still gives me the same buzz now .
This lovely small stream brownie was my last of the season and the only one of the day , I think partly because i actually wanted it to be that way. I switched to targeting the grayling straight away.
There were no large grayling today , I was briefly connected to one better fish but an underwater snag allowed it shed the barbless fly