Column by Hal Walter
Wildlife – April 1998 – Colorado Central Magazine
THE CAST LANDED SOMEWHERE in the vicinity of where I wanted it to, and when the fly drifted into the riffle it stopped dead. I lifted the rod’s tip, probably too quickly. There was a big splash and a yellowish flash. The big brown trout rolled over and, using the tension of my rod, sprung the fake bug right back at me. The fly nearly hit me in the face, and the rest of the line floated loosely through the air, coiling at my feet.