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So, on a tip from a friend, I went to a new spot on the river on a perfect windless morning. Dew rising on the fields, and mist on the water, with a bit of fog thrown in for atmosphere. Tied on a dry with a dropper nymph and crept along the gravel until I found what looked like trout paradise and made my cast. Wonderful cast; a 40-foot thing of beauty. I was sure I couldn't do it twice, so I just followed it along as it drifted. Pow! Something slammed the nymph and the rod was vibrating and I was thinking of all the glory and praise I'd get for landing a big 'un. Until I landed it. If it was as long as the first knuckle of my pinky finger, I'd be shocked. To call it a minnow would be an insult to guppies everywhere. SMOG, it was the smallest fish I've ever seen on a hook. If it was a fish and not a tadpole - and only if there are frogs in that section of the river (which I doubt). I was going to take a picture, but I don't have a macro setting for the camera. At least there was no one else to be seen for miles... (Can't get the Carriage Return to work this morning, so: new paragraph) And to add to the insult, while I was wondering how to release it - it was legally hooked in the mouth - the thing threw the hook and swam off. Fishing. Bah!
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