I got off the bus and paced towards the entrance of paradise... Adrenaline was already building up and the sky was the limit today, i thought. Already, an Ang Mo fisher was fly fishing... The wind was still, the air stale but the water was inviting. It seemed forever to the first stream of sunlight although it the skies were void of any clouds. I waited for my companion so that we could make our way in together. Once we were in the cover, we pushed in with fervor and purpose, knowing that on the other side of the banks were every angler's dream. Tributaries leading away from the main reservoir are always a hot spot for fish. Usually, fish would go in or out of the tributary to hunt. To fish at the mouth of the tributary is a cheat code to virtually any freshwater angler. Making way in the forest will always be tough work for all anglers but the rewards that follow are immense. On the way to the river mouth, we encountered a big school of big Toman Fry that were willing to ent...