There I was, sitting in the Trump cogitation room, when I saw it.

Sandwiched between the layers of toilet tissue.

A maturing mayfly nymph.

Despite the calls from my wife to dispatch the insect, I instead went to get my camera, (having first insured that I would not fall head over tea kettle on loosened underwear).

When I returned, it had not moved an inch and posed for a few shots.

So here it is, resplendently posed on the softer than soft bumf; and now fully labelled!

Now, get tying. It won’t be long before this fly’s cousin is attracting the trout.

Or maybe this is just a common silverfish invading my piscatorial dreams.

See you on the river.

David Williams

It must be getting close to the Opening of the Trout Season

Thanks for sharing your thoughts.?

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