Autumn on the River

The autumn sun, warm and welcome, beaconed more than just myself to the river's edge.  The late afternoon Trico Mayfly hatch was also just starting to rise as the tiny nymphs cast aside their underwater shells and took wing for the very first time.  Cruising brown trout seemed to sense their departure and were eager for the imminent meal.  Concentration is mandatory if your imitation tied to a spider web thin line is going to drift as a natural would, and look appetizing to a wise old river warrior; but with such colorful splendor all around…concentration was hard to muster.