So an hour and a half from home we arrive at the waters edge,rods set up,fish showing everywhere,and a trout lake all to ourselves,it looked like it was going to be a good night,everything was going hunky-dory,till I heard JOE say............."Oh f*ck"
Yeah,he had brought a fly-box all right,but not THE fly box,this one was filled with mackerel feathers,shit,i am a dry-fly purist,f**k I was well p**sed-off but nothing ventured nothing gained,so we stuck on a 6oz weight and a string of mackerel feathers,belted it out,and began a rapid retrieve...........BANG...BANG...BANG........You could fe