It was a Wednesday I can tell you that much – because that is my fortnightly non working day. What that means is that while the kids are at school and my wife is at work I can actually go fishing for the day.
What this also means is that I kinda need to go never mind the actual conditions. So, on this particular Wednesday I drove some distance and when I got to the river the trees were bending a fair old bit. I got some advice regarding a specific pool and started the long slog to get to it. I am not going to deny that at one point I considered turning back – the wind was blowing my hood down and it was fair pishing down with rain as well. However every now and then the sun would pop out so I thought I may be in with a chance. Turns out i had more than a chance, three trout were rising at this long pool and I caught all three eventually. I staked out this pool for a few hours picking off trout here and their and eventually worked my way back upstream covering rising trout as I went. I didn’t do so well when I moved away from the pool and eventually I worked out that they did not want my Deer Hair Emergers they actually wanted something off the surface as they took a Comparadun with no issues. It was then that I realised that I only had one left – where have they all gone I wondered and then remembered that I have not actually had the old vice out in a couple of years. I then lost a clunker on the nymph and drove home a happy bunny – half a dozen trout caught and may more missed.
I managed another session after the Sea Trout however that was not much to write home about.
So what my lack of comparaduns did was actually force me to get the vice out – my first few were shockingly bad and they will be the ones that I will gift to Paul Reid when I see him next.
Some folk are lucky enough to have a man cave to retreat to – alas I must make a space on my lego laden dining room table – at least I get to listen to some of my vinyl as I tie some flies.
However by the time I was in my stride I was down to size 14s and almost ready for the 16s.
All I need to do now is actually get out for a session – there is a river calling and it is my often neglected, overgrown and possibly disease ridden shite pipe river. I had visited at the tail end of last season and vowed to go back earlier this year.
See you in bandit land!