The search for trout all begins on a foggy morning before the crack of dawn. They aren't always big but after exploring new systems over the past months and cracking the code for all the different rivers, we finally found what we had hoped for. We had been fishing for a few hours now and only seen a few flighty browns dart across the sandy bottomed pools that the stream offered. Sight casting many fish in the system we couldn't convert anything to even a follow. I heard what sounded like a waterfall nearby in the direction of the river and had that nervous feeling you have when you know something is going to go right. As we crept up to the rocky pool I sent a cast with my SX40 in the middle of the pool and the moment had come. A big, wild, hungry brown circled my lure like a shark and launched itself at the SX40. The first visual on the fish was its hook jaw, a clear sign of a dominant male, and when it performed his acrobatics you could have heard a pin drop we went that quiet. Once my brother passed the net under the fish we took a few snaps and released the fish back to its stretch of stream where it belongs . It was a fascinating thing watching a 3lb trout come out of a stream, no more than 3 metres wide, so healthy a strong. That's what fishing is all about.