Working my way down the small deep peat stained river I knew where the salmon would be lying. 15 meters over at the far bank underneath the overhanging bush, but how would I deliver my lure? I delved into the small lure box I had taken out of my pocket and found the perfect answer, a 2’’ floating Rapala lure in brown trout colours. Quickly clipped onto my micro snap link I cast my braid and lure upstream of the bush and let the lure float down and under the overhanging branches. As soon as it was where I thought the fish was lying I started to crank, hardly getting a full turn of the handle my 0-7g 7’ LRF rod tighten up and it was game on. A silvery grilse of around 4lb took control of the situation, went mad about the pool and jumped through the branches of the tree. Gone. These are the memories that last the longest, the one that got away. Let a Rapala Lure help you make a memory.
