The famous nocturnal Hex hatch of the Midwest (and a few other lucky locations) stirs to the surface mythically large brown trout that only touch streamers for the rest of the year.
This bug, captured and photographed by the long lost Lastchance, during the same hatch that Eric landed that beauty.
The males were more of a "traditional" Hendrickson/RedQuill color.
Hey! Where is Bruce?!
Spence
He was on an odyssey, but was then drawn off course by a siren.
Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not yield.
Tennyson's "Ulysses"