This trip wasn't about the catch as much as it was about being out and re-energizing, something that seems to happen best with a fly rod in hand. I could still smell the fresh cut wood that had been cleared from the roads and parking lots and, like home lately, the hum of a chain saw could be heard in the distance.
I had the good fortune to experience polar opposites with some "average" sized fish stuck in the middle.
|How the day started...|
|How the day progressed...|
|How the day ended!|
That first leap allowed me to see that this was no acrobatic rainbow and that if I wanted to net this fish I would have to be patient.The second leap was a prelude to the fish turning around and bolting right at me, so fast, I wasn't sure I could reel in line fast enough and, at this point, I am hearing the words, "you should have seen the one that got away", running through my head.
Patience won out and I was able to net and revive my most beautiful Farmington brown to date.
Absolute nirvana...and re-charged batteries!