Trout Porn Magazine May 2014 | Page 19

The skies had finally cleared after a day of rain and like a choir on cue, the cicadas broke into song when the sun peeked over the mountains and filled the valley. My friend Pier and I, made our way up into the valley in the hope of a good day. I noticed a small spring creek, glistening in the morning light and said to Pier, "We should check out that run, before we cross the river." Keeping low, we slowly crept around the back of the run and watched for signs of activity. My intuition was correct: a large brown trout freely rose to alert us of his presence. With rod in hand, Pier was the lucky one and played out the moment to perfection. The light was perfect and the trout was big – it's nice when things go to plan.