Not the weather but me.
Last time I was out it was a reasonable day with trout rising from the moment I got there until I left – trickle hatches of upwings.
I contacted a few trout however none of them “stuck”
I spent far too long trying to catch trout in weird places with currents that whisked my fly line away causing my fly to skate. Eventually I got it right and the trout took and was gone – the air turned blue.
“Dont give me that bloody look” I said to the Toad as it glared at me.
Out again on Monday hopefully – need to get the practice in for a trip to the Eden next week.
See you at the vice!