Night of the caddisfly pupas

I walked the river for 10 hours. Spying for rising trout and grayling. Nothing. The river was floating its way down without any surface disturbance. I dropped dead on the ground under the bridge and fell asleep. I woke up to a party with caddisfly pupas. Seven beautiful two pound grayling could not resist my imitations of the caddisfly pupa swimming for the riverbank to hatch.

Caddisfly pupas

Morning dew tangling in the spider web at Osevenhundred.

Two pound queen of stream.