There is a moment when every thought and distraction vanishes, and one is completely present. The only sound is the tranquil ripple of the brook as it tumbles over shallow rocks, and the faint wail of a rusty windmill off in the distance. In the twilight of dusk in the Highlands of Scotland, a perfectly presented fly gently lands in the midst of dancing caddis. Then, as if on cue, the river offers up her sweet reward.
There is simply no greater pursuit than chasing the spots of the wild Brown Trout.
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