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I kept fishing for a half an hour or so, working my way downstream to some green water (in my extensive experience "green" water usually means deeper water that will often hold a hungry rainbow trout are two). Once I positioned myself in an area of the river where I was getting a good drift, I began to fish the stretch of river thoroughly, varying the length of my casts and position of my rod as I fished.
Withing 10 or so minutes I had another bite and again missed the fish. Oh well, early season rust I guess, then on the next cast I felt the familiar "pull" that often means a bite from a larger trout. This time when I set the hook, I immediately felt weight, yep it was a nice one. I saw the fish flash downstream of me and knew it was a rainbow trout, and a nice one at that. I adjusted my drag and fought the fish for 10 minutes or so before landing her. A beautiful seventeen inch rainbow trout that was as beautiful as any I have ever seen. I revived her, closed my eyes and said a silent prayer to the trout Gods, watched the beautiful rainbow swim away and continued to fish for a while. Does it get any better than this? You know what, if it does, I'd really rather not know about it.
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