Friday the 13th

Lucky for some.  Too busy with work and then Choir to get out on the only sunny day for ages yesterday, today was back to rain so, being stir crazy for some fishing on my mother river, it was a case of to Hell with it and get out tonight, get wet and fish for a couple of hours after half past seven and a quick supper.

The rain kept on but the flies were about and, braving the risk of bombardment, the spinners were busy with their vital mission.  The fish were glad of that and so was the angler.  Regulars on the Derbyshire Wye are familiar with the blistering power of the Wild Rainbow Trout that breed here.  Tonight one trout at first had me convinced I was into one of these famous fish.

I was wrong.  This brown trout was so strong, and fought so fast and so furiously that it deceived me completely until near the end of the struggle when it showed itself for the first time.  To add to the perfection, on netting the fish, the little barbless fly (a Poly Prop Sherry) simply fell out.  It was possible to take a quick snap and release this lovely fish without so much as laying a finger on it.  This Friday the 13th proved to be most certainly a lucky day, alright then - lucky evening, and a happy day/evening too for your faithful blogger...

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