After 3 or 4 outings on the lakes and a load of flack from my son about Who’s the daddy then ! I managed to catch my first trout on the fly and it really gave me a buzz. Until you feel that first take and see your fly line shoot out infront of you it’s hard to describe.

Not a biggy by any standards but it sure did give a good account of itself, or perhaps I milked it for all it’s worth in case I didn’t catch another one that day. Fortunately I had two more that day and nearly actually managed to fill my 4 fish ticket on that lake.

I can even tell you now what I caught them on, a green and black montana for the first two and a small green daddy for the third one, Now Who’s The Daddy !!