I had an evening on the Kelvin the other night with the mighty Jim Burns, we both blanked or if we did catch a trout it was nothing to write home about.
We fished until dusk and then had a spot of action lasting 20 mins, even though trout were rising we managed to not even hook one of the blighters even though we were sharing the one rod and spotting fish for each other. We both commented on the color of the river, it was looking a bit white. I was reminded of my other urban shite pipe river which when it runs white is totally shite.
This was an interesting thought as I found myself at my other river after work wasting time to miss rush hour today. It was running white which meant no trout were coming to the dry fly so I tried a nymph under a dry.
I was fishless until I got to a corner pool and tried a nymph under an indicator, first cast and I lost a trout. Second cast a nice trout was being played. I wandered up until I found another nice pool. The glare of the sun on the water was making it difficult to see my indicator fly, it was not very big as I was actually using an unweighted nymph on maybe less than a foot of leader. I crouched down and spotted the dry dipping under, I struck and a brown belly flashed back at me as a trout took a tour of the pool and put a bend in my rod. I am glad I am making a habit of carrying my net as the beast would have been difficult to unhook otherwise.
It was pretty tired out and had to be cradled in the water for a bit before it drifted off to the middle of the pool to consider its recent life choices! I thought about refraction of the water, when you see trout in the water they always look smaller than they actually are. When I was playing this trout even though my rod was bent double it still looked half the size.
I headed back to the car and up the road!
I sit now waiting for my wife to get home so I can possibly catch dusk at the river, it is past eight already! What the hell can keep someone in Costco so long?