It wasn't perfect but it was good enough, ‘it’s gunna happen’ I whispered. He kept looking at the fly, stripping, focused, and still crouched. Only moments left, half a meter, and then suddenly there was that unique sound of a big fish hitting a surface fly, an explosion of white water. A sudden moment of fear, of shock and surprise, line stripped reel screamed and then there was silence. I heard a tern high overhead.
The fish wasn’t on.
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