How thin is the line between a blanking day and a successful one ? Is it the "Sens de l'eau" ? Is the stubbornness and the refuse to give up ? Is it the last lucky cast at the
right moment, in the right place ? The right fly ? Perhaps a combination of it all.
Suddenly a snag, then a huge whirl on the surface (we are fishing floating lines).. FISH ON ! A monstrous
fight takes place in the incipient darkness. It is a big fish and now it is his time not to give up.