David and I went fishing on Friday and Saturday, we were fly fishing for pike. Friday proved very difficult with wind and driven rain, the lake felt like a cold grey miserable place. There was a short window in the afternoon and we hit some fish - more of which later.
Saturday began a little slowly too but picked up speed throughout the morning and early afternoon. Unexpectedly a ferocius attack on Davids lure left us stunned and as he struggled to get his fine fish closer to the boat we could only guess at its size. Running repeatedly and fighting doggedly we imagined a considerable fish. Eventually landed, weighed and measured at 7lbs and 6 ounces going to 26 inches - an incredible brown trout under any circumstances.