Splendid spotty.

A stolen hour before dusk with an old, old fishing mate and a chance to rekindle a fishing partnership that's lasted for more than two decades. I'm looking forward hugely to me and him catching up over the summer.
The upside of getting stung to kingdom-come on the way to the pool where we fished is that I know where to go for at least seventeen tons of nettles to eat.
This pretty thing was taken on a dry fly, which makes it all the better.