The flyline sits in quiet expectation upon the water surface.
Will the fish see it? Will the fish take it? All is hope and trust that you have done everything right and all the possibilities have converged to the one inevitable. The line will shoot forward and the strike will set the old Hardy pulsing as the Trout ( hopefully a Kamloops ) tries to regain freedom.
It doesn’t realise it’s eating qualities or it might fight harder, but I have no wish to kill it. It is enough to convince the Trout to take the nymph, enjoy the fight and marvel at the brilliance.
The scenery is superb as the sun shines upon the trees by this BC lake and the Osprey has put in an appearance.
Who could ask for more?.