What was enjoyable was the fact that I was able to get on the banks and walk. The snow had obviously melted some since the last time I fished. It felt good getting back to almost normal.
I knew I was not the day to catch the one that slipped away but a spot like this had to hold one or two more brookies. So out went the wet fly and the swing then pause and lift. The water erupted and the fight was on. Bigger fish will head for the nasty stuff but this one just held his ground and dogged. He chose to move up and back. I had full control and was confident of actually seeing him up close.