


After catching a good number of Chub the mist started to fall with it the temperature dropped and ice started to form on puddles . I made my way to my favorite Grayling glide , this fast swim seems a favorite and it's the spot I caught my first Dane Grayling some 20 years ago .
Grayling and ice seem to go together and as my float drifted down the glide and then darted under I almost new the the fish that thudded away at the end of my line was the Lady of the Stream even before she broke the surface .
Some people can't understand why we fish and then let go what we catch , well as I knelt in the shallows releasing the fish she seemed to wait I don't know how long I watched her but I was lost it may of been seconds it could have been 10 minutes I really don't know but for those moments I could not have been more at peace . What price can you put on that ?
This was a day to remember just good to be able to enjoy the river all her wildness away from any troubles and worries , thats what angling as given me an escape and today was as good as it gets .
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