Beyond compare.

One of the few wild brown trout I caught (and returned) tonight from the river Usk above Brecon.
Flyfishing is an odd pastime. Amongst nature that literally (yes, literally) takes ones breath away, one can curse a tree roundly for just being where it is, hate a gentle cooling zephyr if it's in the wrong direction and be infuriated by the one thing you want to see.
But when it all comes together? Oh wow. There's nothing at all that comes close.