River running clear and bright
A trout is hiding just out sight
Underneath a broken tree
His monster tail I can see
Casting the fly to his hidden head
My heart is pumping in my chest
The fly drifts slowly to the spot
And in a flash the line goes taught
Fly rod doubles almost in two
Reel wising the line straight through
I’m trying to slow this monster down
As he heads towards higher ground
As it turns in a flash towards me this monster dashed
The line goes slack there is no hope
These Scottish trout are no joke
And at that point the line was broke
10 02 2010
Glasgow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem