Saturday I went to the stream of syndicate nr. 1 hoping to catch a trout on a big mayfly.
To my horror one of my favourite spots was turned in to a marksman fair so no peace
and quiet for me.
Since it was still early so I gave it a shot, spotted a trout rising but could not get it.
Further upstream I scared another trout away.

When the crowds starting to arrive I split, better luck next week.
Next I tried our day ticket stretch and at first I struggled to get anything.
Despite the strong wind I spotted some BWO’s and some of the big Danica mayflies.

At one spot I noticed rising fish but decided not to use the dry fly because of the constant
stream of chestnut flower debris on the surface.
The Perdigon nymph worked wonders and I hauled in some nice dace which were pretty big
for this stretch of water.

The pool above the one I fished had a fish rising which made such a racket that it could only
be trout.  It was impossible for me to reach the spot with the dry fly due to the foliage.
I opted for the streamer and entered the water upstream from the trout. I drifted the streamer at the last known location of the trout and boy it came out of its
lair and went for the streamer.
The fish missed though and I could net get it to charge the fly a second time.

At some other spots I caught a few more dace and lost a small brown trout.
The beginning of the day ticket stretch had some more hiding places for a trout.
Just by chance I spotted a big one as the sunlight illuminated the spot where the
trout was hanging out.
Again impossible to reach by cast but as the fish moved under a deadfall I saw a chance.
I moved down the bank and dropped a nymph just over the deadfall.
The reaction of the trout was not the one I had hoped, it bolted and off it went.

Soon I spotted another rising trout but again foliage and debris in the water made casting
though. After getting stuck two times the game was over.
The last chance to get a trout would be in a recently cleared stretch of the forest.
That action pretty much killed the cover for the fish but maybe some where left.

The wind was by now pretty strong and left and right branches where flying of the trees.
With quite a few big dead trees leaning over the water a tricky day to be outside so
I took care where to walk.
Alas no rising fish to be seen and even the shiners seemed to have day off.

The last spot of the day was a pool where I had done well last season but it seemed
empty. The pool had deepened since last season so I tried fishing deep.
That did the trick as I was soon into a good fish that fought so deep that at first I
had the impression that it was a brook trout.

With the light tippet I fished I had to take utmost care fighting the fish and eventually
got it to the surface.
I was after all a common brown trout but a nice fish and icing on the cake for me.