Stirring words, hers.
She had just released her 6th or 7th brown trout of at least 5.5 pounds on the day. Yes, all on big cicadas on top. I’d taken a back seat to her fishing, spotted a few good ones. Apparently I hadn’t bothered to take the lead on a few fish and didn’t catch enough fish to satisfy her photography itch. Sure, she can catch all the big fish, but does she have to photograph them all too?
:)
Fate got her back as she wound up landing the smallest fish we’ve hooked in New Zealand to date.
It was the first day of several in a row that blew our minds. It poured rain on us to start the day. We were soaked and missed the camera on several fish for fear of killing it with only 2 weeks remaining in our trip. So, we simply watched each other fish for a change. What a concept. Eventually the rain stopped and the clouds rose up the hillsides. A pretty valley, this one. And fishing to match it. I even managed to get a nice fish or two as well. Thanks for leaving one unchecked. ;)
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