Little trout on spinner lure

The sun came up late this morning.So I went out around 9am to La Venoge and start casting lower river toward the lake.Met another guy also casting.Had some chat with him.It was all in French.But I kinda understand him and he seemed preety convinced that I understood him.He was talking about pike/brochet swim up the river now.He got two strikes and broke his line.By a pike about 2 feet long,according to his measurement shown by his hands.So now he is using wyre leader,and told me to use smaller lure,since my line wont stand a strike by pike.Ok,so I took his advice and use smaller lure,targeting smaller fish like trout,perch or chub.
I was casting until 11 something in the morning and went home.I felt hungry.
Around 3 pm after food and a nap,I went out again.This time I was going upper river.Further than the area I was fishing last Sunday.
I past two guys fishing with bait along the way.One guy is fishing with a long telescopic rod and another guy,older,maybe his father or uncle,just sitting next to him watching.
Further up I passed two young boys fishing,also using bait.One is fishing with a normal rod and spool,and another boy was fishing with a bamboo stick and line.Something I used to use when I was about his age.
I kept on walking upriver,haven't set my rod yet.I want to go further up,to the area that my theory told me is where the trout is lurking around this time of the season...cooler water upstream.
I got a first strike not long after that.It was a small chub.I released it back without taking a picture.
And after that a long and far casting with out a strike.The track along the river was busy that day.It's Sunday so a lot of people jogging,cycling and walk their dogs,and swim their dogs.Which in a couple of occassions,I have to bypass them quite a distance upriver.I don't think fish will strike with dogs swimming around chasing sticks their owners throw accross the river.
Another strike came...another chub,slighly bigger,but not a table size yet to me.Took a picture and threw it back in the water.
And then I pass a small rapid with a stone tower built accross the river.Someone took an effort to cross the rapid to arrange those stones on top of each other...which make me tempted to cast toward that 'tower'.And on the third casts,I got a strike in the middle of the rapid.Quick glance told me it is a trout.And when it came up,it really was a trout.Nothing big to be proud of,but its still a trout,my target species on this river.
I kept going,all the way till I reached the railway track.It was quite,not even a strike anymore.It's getting dark.When I look at the time,it was already 7:30 pm.So I made my way back,along the dimmed lighted track under the trees.
Mission accomplished...

The second chub..

The stone tower by the rapid.

The juvenile trout.

Yup...it was me.

See you next time,bigger and stronger.