Yesterday … about 90F in the fields with little or no wind.
Second day chub hunting and lost my nerves twice when a big chub wanted to nail the hopper.
Big chub meaning 15 to 20 inches.
Once you pulled the fly from their nose they submerged and where gone.
With sheer luck I got at least one larger fish on the hopper.
Also missed two fish who managed to threw the hook.
The cloudless sky was ideal for spotting fish but with the low water the fish where ultra wary.
When I finally arrived at the pub’s beergarden late afternoon I was thirsty … luckily they had a cure for that.