So Emmanuelle and I met Mike and Steve on our other river for a spot of evening action from around 6pm onwards.
We got off to a slow start with only a couple of smaller trout caught, however Steve powered ahead picking up trout consistently on a deer hair Sedge.
Emmanuelle caught this corker of a brown trout on a size 14 olive parachute from a special little pool that we discovered. If Mike had not been around with his net it may have managed to escape the camera. We are still pretty unsure of the weight; it went from 2lb to 3lb, leave a comment if you are good at guessing weights?
For some reason even though we knew Steven was picking up trout all day on a sedge we did not change to one until much later on when it started getting a little darker. Possibly dues to over confidence in the one fly- more probable bloody mindedness.
This was my first proper trout of the evening at around 2200.
I cast up a tiny little riffle and kept just going a little too far to the left. I think I did this 4 times. When I corrected myself and managed to get the drift down the middle of the flow the trout took first time. That was when the fun began. I knew this trout was going to need the net as there was a big riffle behind me going into a new pool. Also it gave a rather spectacular jump. I reached up behind me to pull the net away from the magnetic release on my waistcoat and nothing happened, it just stayed stuck. At this point the trout decided to go down for a spot of sightseeing after all, shooting past me and rolling around in the pool behind. I scrambled over some rocks and behind a bush, still pulling frantically on the magnetic release, still it would not come away. Turns out I had attached the magnetic release completely wrongly so no amount of pulling would have solved my problem. As it was the trout was now laying quietly in some slack water as it had wrapped itself in nylon. After a couple of quick photos I held it in the water, after a tense couple of mins it gave an indignant kick and was off.