My first fly fishing saunter along the River Bradford on 29th April 2015
Unfortunately it became a bit of a battle against the wind, rain, and, at one point hail stones!
By the time I got up to those big lazy pools with those big lazy fish - nothing was rising!
I decided to do a few photographs of the fish instead. But even then, if you stopped, the fish got wary and moved away - if you kept walking they stayed around.
But my battles with the elements were rewarded by this:
A mayfly. Slightly shocked at what I saw spiralling over me, I paused only momentarily before leaping to catch it in my hand. Success - it sat on my hand as I took a few photographs.
Someone really ought to tell those fish!
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