After I lost the first one, I casted Mr. Trolle's copper wire nymph. It was just put onto the right point. The next moment, the shadow of the trout moved quickly. Mr. Trolle shouted "Strike!" again. I made setting hook. The trout began to rush to downstream.

The fish fought for a long time. I spend my whole power and exhausted.

Mr. Trolle served me a delicious lunch. Beautiful flowers were blooming at the river side.

We took a picture of us. A fortunate day was over. I totally satisfied today's result.