After the three days in the deep bush, we had a nice shower and delicious dinner at the hut.

Brent gave us a brief demonstration at a stream. Water of the stream was cold. Because the point was close to the headwaters of the stream.

Brent swung my 6-weight fly rod like a pencil, and exactly put the #12 Royal Wolf onto the right spot between the current and the still water.

Brent and Nori found a rise ring. Then I carefully moved into the stream, and cast my Royal Wulff to the rise. A black nose broke the water surface and took the fly. It seemed a slow motioned film. I counted, one, two, three and four, then set the hook. It was a complete strike!

The fish didn't make the fight so roughly. His tail fin and the dull body colour made me think that he was an aged trout.