Last Sunday I crossed the border to visit the chub section of the stream.
The recent warm weather motivated  me  to check out if the fish where starting to appear at their summer haunts.
My first trip to that section this year remained fruitless so maybe things had improved.

I made a stop along the way as I crossed the upper section of the stream.
The particular spot outside the village had been improved with some fish passages a few years ago.
I was not impressed with the results as the overall effect was that the water level had dropped.
The result was as a sort of underwater desert, only sand.
With no variation or depth I could only encounter small stuff.
At a bridge I spotted some small roach and caught a few small fish on the nymph.

At the chub section all was quiet, the aquatic vegetation had not yet reached the surface .
Big fish you could spot in the summer just where not there.
I took a while to find a school of chub.
The fish stayed deep in the water and rejected all my offerings.
The last hope was the feeder stream where with sheer luck I hooked a small chub on the dry fly.
I guess too early in the season after all.

On the way back home I came by a lake used for sand extraction where you could often spot geese on the adjacent fields.
Usually you could spot the common graylag geese with a mix of non-native Canadian and Nile geese.
This time I spotted something new, I contacted one of my palls that studied wildlife to see what it was. Turned out to be a Bar headed goose native to central and southern Asia.

On Monday I had set another goal, to catch a trout in the upper section of the stream.
I had noticed that fish had been stocked as people suddenly began to catch trout.
These actions where usually very short lived as word would spread quickly.
The trout would be clobbered  out of the stream as fast as they had been put in.

Since it was warm and sunny I tried dry fly fishing in the village for dace first.
As I had discovered on previous visits the surface action was mega slow.
Fish where cruising but only sporadically would they take something from the surface.
I dropped the fly near some of the fish that where moving in the upper layer of the water.
A few dropped takes and just only solid hookup where the result.

Since the dry fly fishing did not work out I tried the nymph.
The spots that usually delivered fish stayed eerily quiet.
Next I tried for the trout in the forest and probed some of the deeper holes where deadfalls and other debris provided some cover.
Fishing the pools only resulted in lost flies.
I did not see fish running from me so I figured no trout or other fish remained.

It was late in the day when I fished the final stretch, again a spot with very shallow water.
Flies where hovering in the hundreds over the water but not the sort that would bring trout to the surface.
I fished a nymph near the bank where a tree created a little depression in the otherwise shallow water.
Small dace where surface feeding, I caught one while dropping nymphs near the tree.

Further upstream a small stone dam provided some turbulence and depth in the water.
 I spotted a feeding fish at the beginning of the pool and tossed in a nymph.
The result was a little brown on the nymph, size wise not that great but a trout after all.

As I moved upstream I noticed a fish aggressively feeding in the surface.
I could not spot what the fish was feeding on so I continued fishing the nymph.
It could only be a trout and when I got a hit on the indicator I was sure.
The fish missed the indicator but it did get the nymph and so I got my second brown on the fly.
A larger fish which managed to wrap my leader on a sunken tree branch.
I had luck with me as I could untangle the leader and land the larger brown trout.
The last fish of the day was again a small brown trout from below a small dam.

Fishing remains though in the home water as the lack of water and fish.
difficult.
At least that larger trout made up for the miserable fishing we had till now.