While fishing on the Metolius the other day, I found some rising fish. After several failed casts, I thought I figured out the fly that I needed. Sure enough, on the second cast I fooled what I thought to be the biggest of the bunch. I was feeling pretty good about myself and took note of just how smart I was. After a short struggle, I had the rainbow trout almost in. He decided to swim towards me in a last ditch effort to get free. I stepped back in hopes of keeping the line tight and I succeed in doing that. I also succeeded in having my feet slip out from under me and go crashing to the ground. I somehow managed to land on my line and the fish quickly broke the line. So, I tied on new tippet and a new fly. I hooked another, much smaller fish and had it at my feet when the fly popped out and somehow flew up into the tree behind me. It was higher than I could reach and I had to break it off. All I could do was laugh at this. The fish had won this round. I was no longer feeling so smart, but that didn't really matter as I laughed at this misfortune. I'll be back again and next time I'll try to find more solid footing and I know what fly to try again.
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