Right Place, Wrong Time

The dry run ceased with an evening session on a highland river. It almost did not as when I arrived it was very low and barren looking. The day was hot and I had been day dreaming about finding a nice long deep pool where trout would be rising at dusk however after an initial tramp up and down for an hour or so it was looking unlikely that I would find one suitable. The long deeper sections were like glass and any trout I spotted rising were immediately put off by my presentation. The tippet just seemed to be far too glaring on the surface of the water.

Boulder Strewn

Boulder Strewn

However, I did catch trout – the main pools where there was rises was a waste of time due to the number of parr however at the heads of pools where the water was quicker and there was a little depth some trout were usually sitting and were obliging.

Some trout were obliging...

Some trout were obliging…

As it approached 10pm the wind dropped and the midges rose making standing watching the pools impossible as I could not concentrate. It is really difficult trying to explain to someone what midges are like to someone who has not experienced them full on, sure some folk have felt the occasional annoying tickle but when the wee bastards are truly out to get you there is nothing you can do if you do not have protection.

Protection...

Protection…

Water like glass...

Water like glass…

I ended up with bites all up my arms and some Cleg bites!

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