Another beautiful sunset on the Batel river as I stand on the veranda. Water still too cold and fishing is slow. Usually August marks the start of the good fishing, but not this year. Winter is stretching a little longer.
Even so, I went to a favorite spot where the river flows over a big slab of limestone and a good sized dorado rolled over my dry fly, a horrible contraption made of foam and deer hair that I’m ashamed to show but has been quite effective.
Then I tried a couple of streamers with no success and decided I’ll have to wait another week for the water to warm up. Definitely, it’ll be a long winter.