a few false casts, i dropped the fly above the fish. i watched as a dark shape glided out from under the brush and rose up under my offering before softly sipping it in. i tightened my line and the rainbow came shooting out of the water before trying to head back into the safety from it came. after a brief battle, i brought the bright silver, 13-inch fish close enough to grab the fly and back it out, and release the fish. a short grunt followed from the peanut gallery, and by the time i turned, the man had already taken a few steps away with his back to 