I headed to my highland stream after work only to be confronted by my arch enemy at the start of some nice pools. This was my first proper evening session of the year.
Look, I am perfectly aware that they are totally harmless, you just shoo them away etc etc blah blah blah however I just do not trust them as far as I can walk past them. They had calf’s with them as well which makes them a bit more edgy as well.
Anyway, I headed to another bit of river which i wanted to explore anyway and found a lovely pool.
As you can see there was a high bank on the opposite side with some deep water which was moving at almost walking pace, this was below a faster moving tongue of water- perfect!
Sure enough trout started to rise, little dimples on the surface. I was using a dry and dropper and a few times trout would boil at my fly. I would see a good sized head and shoulders yet these trout did not connect. My dry fly dipped a couple of times resulting in some solid pulls to the nymph yet my luck was not in with these fish. Eventually a fish stayed on..
It leapt around the pool and unfortunately I realized my net was left at home – I still managed it though!
I realised I had been fishing that pool for an hour or so and a cold wind was blowing, I decided to head up the road while it was still light.