It could already be a great day, hours in the fresh air fishing, a hatch, but there, among the ripples in the tail of a long pool, before the river's bed turns 90 degrees and the water convey into a fast riffle, there are rings on the water giving me the feeling that this might turn out to be my day. I have just one thing to overcome, my dry fly rod lies a mile away and I am fishing with a sinking tip. In a second I replace the streamer with a meter of 0.16 and a quill body dry fly. A first cast confirms that the intermediate tip gives the fly enough room to float for several meters. It is an unbalanced combination with the 8 weight, but I have got nothing better. The next cast is right in line with the frantic surface activity and ..