The first bug left the water and took off like a lumbering Huey as it bounced and rotated upwards toward the awaiting safe haven of branches. The yellow glow of the fading light gave a brilliant contrast to the mahogany body as it appeared that the sanctuary of the trees was in reach. But obviously I was not the only thing in the ecosystem that was admiring the big mayfly as a swallow suddenly hit it with an agility only nature can provide, ending the small bugs flight and hopes of procreation. I stood there contemplating what had just happened, and in that short span of time the air became filled with swallows that were chasing more rising mayflies. The hatch was on.