It’s not often that one encounters great aptitude for fly-fishing. Most new comers to the sport take a while to pat their heads and rub their bellies as the sport demands. The ability to cast a line with a fly rod requires that you consider multiple issues at once. Devon came to me with a rudimentary understanding of the casting principles which he picked up watching you tube. I put him through his paces with a casting lesson and within half an hour he was casting as if born to it. We approached the river from the back of the riffle and upstream nymphed the first half of the day with a standard 2 nymph set-up sporting a hare’s ear on point and a pheasant tail on the dropper and let me point out, without the benefit of an indicator. After 10 minutes of explaining how to nymph fish and what signs to look for that indicates a take, he was off. Minutes later Devon was into his first fish. On 2 occasions he managed the illusive double-up, catching a fish on each nymph simultaneously. The second half of the day, after a lunch of wine, pates and cold meats chased with a swift coffee, we occupied ourselves with the intricacies of the puritanical dry fly and again Devon performed like a pro presenting his faux flies with the lightness of a butterfly kiss. Golden bodies surged again and again from the dark shadows under the trees and turned willingly onto the fly. The end tally, and let me remind you that Devon is a novice, was 32 fish.