The stream of kayakers continue, messing with my vibe and mood. After wading another 1km with no more bites a decide to end the day, I cast one more time hoping for a hail Mary trout, instead my lure ends up in the nearby brush, I tug the rod a couple of times, lure still stuck, I lean in to untangle, I see the end of my Tenryu Lunakia Sonic hanging, snapped clean. 5cm broken off. Dreadful feeling for any angler….the drive home was pretty depressing.
The bites continue threw the day. Was surprised by the amount of bites, as the day went on I caught trout after trout. They weren’t too big, but still satisfying to feel the strike and the rod shake.
Near the end of the day I hooked my PB grayling right by my feet around 30-35cm. A real beautiful and ferocious fish.
Ended the day with 3 grayling and 6 trout and around 9 more fish shaking off, friend was not as lucky ending the day with 1 grayling and 2 trout.
Guess the river gods decided to be generous since yesterday my rod broke. 3 last fishing trips this summer. A bittersweet ending to a great summer of fishing.