It was one of those days I have been waiting for. I have been watching the weather forecast like a hawk waiting for a slight respite in the rain and just a tad of heat.
The river was the colour of weak tea, up around a foot and there was a howling gale which made casting very tricky, the temp was good – possibly around 13-17 when the sun came out. There was also the occasional heavy rain storm. Like I say perfect conditions for this river.
I walked down the river and spotted a couple of trout rising the other side of the river, I waded across and discovered that the patch in the crotch of my waders does not seem to be covering the leak. I had spent another hour last week adding more sticky stuff however that does not seem to be working either. However, at that moment in time it did not seem like a big issue as there was trout to be caught. I caught one, two, three, four, five trout from this spot – all big ones maybe around the pound mark – they fought like devils!
I then waded upstream – the birds wheeling around pretty constantly taking flies on the wing. I never really seen what they were taking, or the trout for that matter – in the beginning I think they were taking yellow mays and later some kind of olive – I was catching fish constantly – sometimes on my little olive paraloop and sometimes of my comparadun. When the trout stopped taking on the surface briefly I put on a dry and dropper and started catching them under the surface. I managed to foul hook an enormous grayling of around 2lb in its ass – it did not put up much of a fight – it tried to get a picture but it flopped out my hands as I got the camera ready- I really should come up with a better system, somehow I seem to do it the same way every time – although when you are hold your rod, a wiggling fish and a camera something has got to give and the fish is the only thing you would smile at seeing swim away.