A tiny trout rose at the match, as it swung around in the fast current.

I cast into the pool, in the general direction of where the trout had risen.

I have nothing to say against her of a Sunday, or when trout are not rising.

If trout are rising, you'll know where to begin.

He had a feeling in his bones that the trout would rise near sunset.

The trout were rising, but the clear, still water called for a fluid cast.

I watched them, three nannies and two kids, until a trout rose between us.

A trout rose about 40 yards out in the river, a silver pockmark on the dark water.

As he looked a trout rose for some insect and made a circle on the surface close to where the chip was turning.

On one such night, the trout were rising everywhere and a cast in any direction would produce a strike.