The main river was still fining down from saturdays downpour so i headed up a little burn , a tributary of a tributary, it was looking great. i picked up half a dozen trout all on dirty pollies , before calling it a night just after 9pm.
Today i had another trip to the same river i fished last Tuesday. The water was lower than when i last fished it and it was dour. throughout the day i picked up the odd fish mainly to dries but it still is a shadow of it's potential.
The fishing was that poor the I was ready to go and try a tributary but i just had to fish "that" pool.
To my surprise when i got to the pool i saw a riser , then i saw one nearer me in the tail , and it looked a good fish when i saw the back and fins caress the surface , unlike anything else today he was going regularly. replacing the duo for a single size 12 biot klink with shaking hands i double checked my knot my heart was pumping i could even hear the beat . I tried to calm down , and hoped my nervous vice like grip around the cork would relax , and would allow for a decent executed cast with accepatable touchdown. my first cast landed short , but the second was spot on!