Blonde and beautiful:Roy Osmint finds an unexpected catch down by the river

摘要

One lovely Summer's afternoon a couple of years ago, I was strolling along the bank of a small lake when I came upon an angler fishing from a narrow peninsula of land. I politely enquired as to whether he had "had any luck," to which he replied, " just a couple of small Roach." He proved an amiable character and we got talking. During our conversation a dragonfly chanced to settle on the tip of his rod, its beautiful metallic emerald green body sparkling in the sunshine. It remained there motionlessfor some time. It may well have remained longer had it not been disturbed, for it appeared to appreciate this excellent observation post. The disturbance came without warning. The rod tip suddenly jerked violently downwards and the line immediately began to strip from the reel, its ratchet screaming in resistance.