I noticed the fish on each pass I made up and down the beat. How could you not? The dark torpedo shaped leviathan had claimed a small eddy on the far bank of the stream, well shaded and protected by overhanging limbs, a perfect ambush spot for the bug buffet that swept by in the current. On each pass, I’d sent over an unacceptable offering – first a hopper, then a damselfly, followed by a beetle, and finally a caddis. The afternoon shadows were lengthening, and my time here was coming to a fishless end. I tied on a gaudy daddy long legs, and slung a perfect delivery just upstream of the eddy. A stirring! The fly drifted into the beast’s cone of vision, and he began a casual glide towards the surface, characteristic of a curious fish. But would he take it?
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