After that rather fruitless day hunting for the chub in the open fields I went back
troutfishing.
Again a sunny day but quite a chilly start and again that constant northeastern wind
blowing strongly over the land.

The pool in front of me had clear water and I could see some of the small shiners moving about.
More intriguing was however a silver shimmering from something larger on the bottom.
It was a trout and it just would not take any of the flies I presented.
The fish did not respond to a juicy mayfly drifting on top or a nymph or squirmy.

Last resort was to change colour on the squirmy, from the trusty pink to a tan version with
an orange beadhead.
I fished the fly deep close to the adjacent bank and the trout went it, a nice fish indeed.
The usual bycatch consisted of small rudd an roach.

Under a bridge I spotted another trout but all offering where ignored.
It was still quite early which made me confident enough to sneak to a spot that was
officially off limits.
It was really shallow and the only fish I could see where small shiners.
Then again I didn’t have x-ray vision so there could be something lurking in the rapid
flowing water.

The squirmy did not yield some takes, only nibbles from the shiners and those where
tail biters.
I opted for the perdigon nymph as it had a heavy tungsten bead and would be less
prone to updraft by the current.
That approach did the trick as I hooked a very nice patterned trout.

Later I moved to sections upstream to check upon the fish I had missed during my last visit.
With the wind the insect activity was sporadic.
Despite that I spotted that big trout from last time rising to a mayfly.
Had to cast downstream but alas no hit and a final dredging with a streamer was also
unsuccessful.

At another spot I once again noticed a rising fish which I interpreted as rising dace.
Tied on a small sedge and tossed it upstream, instant hit of a fish.
It was a small trout and boy it went ballistic several times.
The rest of the spots yielded some dace on the sedge but no signs of rising trout
anymore.

My arrival at the pub coincided with the leaving of most day-trippers so no
extensive waiting time for drink and food.
Ran into one of the fishing club members who had ordered the baked potatoes
with eggs and bacon, it looked tasty so I ordered it also.
First though a nice mushroom soup for starters.
Was so stuffed that there was no room for coffee and dessert anymore…