And yet another trout falls on streamer leech. In days like this, fishing can be great even far away from the most re-known water courses. The chance
to be able to catch native trout
where no one would bet a cent of their presence has the flavour of a great adventure. Though tomorrow is another day and chub will be king again, and like
in a fairytail at midnight, the queen will disappear. At least
until the next downpour.