They all count

A beautiful day greeted us as Rod and I made our way to the "Parrot". Clear skies and no wind was the forecast and it was delivered as promised. We waded one of our favourite stretches and caught absolutely zero, nought, zilch, nil, nothing, sweet f.a. On the way home we stopped off and had a look at the Wallaby Creek. It was clear and low, like the Parrot and a beautiful little creek. We did latch onto a fingerling and as I said...they all count!