For me it is the realisation of a long held fascination. I have fly fished for nearly 40 years and have fished a chalk stream on only a tiny number of occasions. Since I first picked up a fly rod the chalk streams have been hailed as the ultimate and so the opportunity to have a rod on such a stream was to much to resist. So the opportunity was seized.
After half an hour or so of taking in the scenery and the signs of summer including the mallards nest and looking at the circling buzzards and bands of goldfinches I was relaxed and then I saw them . Those distinctive expanding rings of rising fish not just one but a few under an overhanging tree and near to a small inlet they were small but they were rising. I would like to say the the first cast was a brilliantly executed cast that landed perfectly and was instantly taken because of my perfect presentation . The truth however is that my first cast hooked a cattle fence on the back cast and ended up having to change the tippet and the fly. Whilst I was doing that I became aware of another nearer fish rising steadily.
After that fish a couple more enthusiastic small wild trout followed suit and then optimistic nymphs deceived a couple of stockies in the deeper pools but that little small wildy was the days highlight. The summer is looking brighter already,,,