One bad cast breaks the glass

This pool near the Parkway is so smooth it is almost impossible not to spook the wild trout that live there, but I try. Last Monday I got one decent cast out to the middle of the pool, watched the little fly float merrily for about 60 seconds, got distracted and missed the splashy hit.

The glassy pool shattered into a thousand pieces, so to speak. I never got another hit.

In fact, I reeled in after a futile 10 minutes and took off to beat the rain, ending up under a bridge near the fire station where I could cast without getting soaked to the bone.

I managed to catch half a dozen rainbows before it got too dark, a fine ending to a frustrating day of fly fishing.

I'll be back.