Browno

A solid brownie from the Tukituki River in Hawke's Bay. He was mooching about in a backwater like a dude at a party who's run out of his own beers, but knows there are plenty in the chilly bin so long as a few people move away a bit. I put a little #16 hare and copper in front of him and wham: he was on it like Oprah on book with a tragic but uplifting plot. These big browns don't tend to rip off as much string as rainbows, but they love finding a stick or a log and doing 15 fast laps around it. This bloke went back in hale and hearty, ready to resume domination of the caddis population.