I mount a curly fly pattern on a 4/0 hook and begin searching the water. After 30 minute of casting I have a first bite. I am glad we came here and .. after a short fight it turns out that
the fish is a big garfish!
After another hour, another attack. The fly stops like snagging on a rock. There is no doubt this time, it is a big pike. The fight starts, we see the big golden
flank and then .. lost. The pike got off the hook. We are prey of a mixed feeling of debacle and happiness, at least it is confirmed, here there are pike!
Even more concentrated than before we comb every meter. There is another void pike attack and then it happens ..