On hooking my first fish it splashed in a spectacular manner. This was too much for Henry. He too made a splash as he charged through the margin into the river, headlong and struck out vigorously swimming towards my fish! "Henry! Leave it!!", I bellowed. He did so and swam back to the bank climbing out in time to see me bringing the fish, a nice grayling, in the net over the margin for me to unhook. Henry wanted to get hold of the fish and I loudly told him, "NO!!! LEAVE IT!!!" He did so, looked at me with blinking eyes and thought I was completely mad to release it unharmed after going to the trouble of catching it. Henry doesn't understand C&R.
The Sport became more and more brisk as the evening passed. Trout and grayling were all feasting on a mix of olives that were now hatching in profusion. My Kite's Imperial was all that was needed.
Henry and I wandered back up river together. It was a good time, plenty of fish fell for the Kite's Imperial on the way home, but I'm sure I would have been much more efficient had I been alone.
Henry is a fine chap. I love him dearly but his preferred Sport is definitely hunting and shooting game birds. It is all so much easier for him to understand.
Maybe it was a mistake, but it was still fun - for both of us!