First evening on a burn/ and return to the highlands

Last night i fancied wetting a line, my first evening session this year . It was the weather that spurred me on, it was one of these rare muggy days infact the imediate area was on amber alert for a thunderstorm accompanied with heavy downpours but it never came to anything.

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!

     A fine trout , ive a sneaking feeling though ive seen this fellae before. It had been a eventful trip, which got me thinking . Why do we go fishing, or why must we go fishing  , i think we crave that fix, the chemical cocktail of reactions in our bodies which go on when theres triumph disapointment  the rush of adrenalins,  and perhaps endorphins? its a theory anyway.