MONTANA TROUT

The big rainbow came up from the bottom, that's where the action is for sizeable food. My brown and yellow wooly bugger flashed halfway between sky and river bottom, and that was enough to whet the appettite of a hungry fish. A dark torpedo was suddenly behind the fly, then inhaling it, then arcing three full feet out of the water. My heart trembled at the sight, but my old timers nerve held steady. A few reel screeching runs, and the fish was mine. Afterwards, my sons dog gave the trout a farewell kiss, and I returned it back to the mysterious depths it called home.