Fishing friends were jealous. Non-fishing friends thought I was mad. On the water about 10 o'clock. Between Peeble and Galashiels. Fourty-five miles from river mouth.
Fish jump their own length clear of the water.
Slap back into the water. Fish jump, turn as if scratching their backs. Nice to know there are fish in the river. Leave the fly on the dangle. Not felt anything like it before.