Cold weather, short daylight and magic sunsets. Would that fish got caught on a different fly, a sinking instead of a floating line? A different retrieval rate? Who knows.
Only one is sure, that cast and that trajectory were coming across that hunting fish. At times a pure coincidence, a combination of combing of all possible spots and a correct reading of the water,
a bit of a sixth sense. The more the time I spend hunting them, the more I learn that sometime switching off the rational thinking, leaving for a while the thousend theories apart, and
relying on pure instinct is the winning move.