The Sunday quest for big grayling ended up as a sunny trip to a beautiful forest river. It was so quiet you could hear a leaf drop. And they did drop, so I guess it’s gettings towards the autumn.


Regarding the fishing, we were aiming for big graylings with a dry fly. I guess the big ones didn’t get the memo. As a result, it was a lovely day of fishing. Few plops for my coddard caddis. A good fly left decorating a high branch of a birch. And a smallest catch of a grayling there could be.


baby grayling


A good Sunday.