So the first wave was sent forth – first was a tributory of the Kelvin – which proved to be fruitless after a few casts. The company of soldiers was then transported to the Kelvin – first a dry and dropper combination which yielded nothing – and then I seen that which only the riff raff have seen over the last week – rising trout – to large dark olives. I retired the nymph and left on a comparadun – it was ignored by the trout – sneakily I tied on a scruffy olive dry of my own creation, gave it a stern pep talk “on your way my laddie”
I had tied these up last night after using them pretty much all last season on spooky trout. My heart beat fast at the campaign I was sending my olive commando into – still no joy – the trout were ignoring my fly. There was trout rising below me, I attempted a tricky downstream drift,
…first pass and the trout was on. “Ya Beauty” I murmured, not shouting as that would have put the fish down. Another frantic 45 mins followed catching several more and losing just as many. There is something special about your first trout to the dry of the season.
I wont lie – I am glad it was from the Kelvin – I feel I have been neglecting it of late.