"There he was.
Tail confidently wagging, I spotted the brown trout suspended just above the gravel bed.
I knelt down and watched to see if he had spotted me too. He hadn’t. The graceful movements back and forth with the slight opening of his mouth, told me he was munching on some unsuspecting nymphs, and that he was an arrogant fish. Destroying fish families, and taking caddis as if it was his job, he ate everything in his path..."Read More