So the season is ended and now thoughts have turned to other matters – fly tying, grayling and Pike, although not necessarily in that order.
Usually by the end of the season most people are quite glad for the rest but somehow this year I remain restless. The plans made last year only seem half completed although thinking back on the year many boxes were ticked. Sure, when I think about it I caught bigger trout than in any other year but for some reason I remained unfulfilled. I think I can only count a few times when I got to the river and witnessed a really good hatch of flies – I can count in my head half a dozen times when I purposely cast to rising trout – maybe it is just my memory playing tricks on me but I kept on waiting for something to start, you know?
Is the lack of fishing the Kelvin that has done this to me? Made me feel as if something has been missing? I kept on waiting for reasonable weather for evening sessions which never arrived, when there was some reasonable weather I was far too busy writing essays to even consider venturing to the river for a stolen few hours. Next year my work is intending for me to do a 6 month course which I have been told is pretty intense involving lots of evening and weekend work. Sounds reasonable for some maybe but these people don’t have a hard core trout fishing addiction. It is bad enough work has me Monday to Friday without it eating away on my spare time – yikes juggling that as well as husband duties it makes my blood run cold to think about the possibilities.
Anyway, to keep me occupied over the winter my little fly tying evening has once more resumed – led by the master caster Albert Laidlaw who now has his own website I see. The whole concept of guiding (rather than ghillieing ) has not really taken off in the
Click, swoooooosh, SPLASH ! Ahhh – satisfying!