It was a quick in-out trip, a planned two hours which became three in the early morning before the heat kicked in. Things panned out perfectly and we each caught a trout. Even better was the time spent fishing together, rekindling the bonds of brotherhood.
p.s. it happened to be my brother’s first trout from a river, a milestone he didn't want me to mention. But who listens to their younger brother anyway? The first of many I hope.
Happy New Year and all the best for 2015.