Kite's Imperial was the fly of choice and it proved a good choice...
NDS saw some brisk Sport.
PPS was put to its usual task and yet more success followed.
So a splendid evening, but there was more to come. Just as it was getting dark enough to force the polarised glasses off the nose and back into the bag safely in their case, the rises changed again!
Double Badger. An old worn out Double Badger if you please! One was pulled from the hat band, tied on, anointed with floatant and sent on its way to the rather fat brown trout that it was just possible to discern whilst it made impressions of a whale engulfing herring, or anchovies. Third cast and the worn out Double Badger was on the right space of the conveyor belt. It was engulfed with the same confidence as the real clumps of tangled Caenis spinners and duns had been.
Tap! Then all Hell broke loose as the brown trout decided to evacuate from the area. The Vivarelli reel comes in handy at times like this, all the loose line was whizzed up and your faithful blogger rose to take some running exercise, accompanied by Henry, as we ran down river a little way to keep on terms with our precious quarry. A little later we had the trout in the long handled landing net and on the unhooking mat brought for such pleasant exigencies.
Keep your eyes open for those signs that things are changing and respond to the changes. It makes for a great deal of satisfaction. It also indicates that you are in tune with your surroundings. You are attaining that elusive "resident" status. You are reverting back to your natural state. You are Homo sapiens sapiens the innocent predator and you belong right there on that river bank!