After a couple of hours, we get downstream where the stream is wider. Fish are rising here, beside some riffles, in the
strong sunlight. We try several dry flies, scaling
down the hook size to the smallest patterns but ain't nothing that seems to convince them. Then my mate is able to catch several of them with a
heavy nymph. I decide to leave him in such good company and after walking a half kilometer I reach a deeper stretch with uniform current.
Almost the all stretch lies in shadows and big rings enlarge under the branches that reach out to water on the opposite bank.
I get some nice trouts on a small deer-hair sedge,
before walking back to my mate to tell him about and wait together for the "coup de soir".