As the stream is dropping by the day and the usual hotspots failed to deliver I started the
morning at the mill pool.
Fish came not easy but at least a couple of roach could be coaxed from under the weir on
pheasant nymphs and holy grails.
When the mill weir was once again automatically raised I hoped for fish to appear and go
surface feeding but oddly this time nothing happened.
I decided to go for plan B and fish a lure through the pool that resulted in two tiny perch.
On one of the last passes through the mill pool I hooked something bigger, oddly a small
rainbow trout … had no idea they were in there.

Another deeper section of the stream boasted roach and with some trickery I finally landed
one fish. The effect however was that the rest of the school headed elsewhere … a one fish location
these day with the shallow water.

Next it was the forest and some nervous nibbles on the nymph where probably caused by
small dace or even gudgeons.
There was however one fish that did not hesitated and took the nymph with gusto, off course
a brown trout.
The problem was that the first reaction of the trout was off course to go into the woodwork
and I was not able to get it out in time so the line was tangled in some underwater brushwork.
I tried to free the line and reel in the fish but somehow the trout had done a Houdini act where
the only thing left was a nymph stuck in a branch.

Further upstream in the forest access was difficult to say the least, I managed to crawl along
the shore.  Fish where rising and when I made a roll cast to the slightly deeper other bank
a fish exploded on the nymph.
Again a trout and again it threw the hook.
I had now arrived at the location where I had spotted a big trout a day earlier and when I heard
some noisy rises ahead of me I knew it was the fish.
To get into a sort of casting position I had to wade a bit and my wellies turned out to be a tad too
short so I was making water.
My roll cast was sloppy and when the fly landed in the water a big splash occurred  which I thought
was due to a startled brown trout.
I did not strike but as my indicator suddenly raced past me I figured the trout had hooked itself.
Alas not enough tension on the line so after a few jumps it was over … fish gone … again.

The last part I fished was once again in the deep dark forest and like yesterday some fish where
rising, scarcely though as it was not that late in the day.
The bites where quick so I suspected dace and after several missed strikes I landed one small fish.
One fish was rising near the bank at a tree stump and as it rose so regular and every time in the
same spot I figured it had to be a trout.
It took about ten casts before I had placed the fly in the proper feeding lane and the rise occurred.
As suspected a brown trout … not big but beautifully marked.
We will going to try this again…