|a lovely day the last time out, but not for fishing!|
my mood had now changed somewhat so with renewed optimism i wondered off downstream looking for some risers, taking in the wild flowers on the way.
|forget me not|
A hatch of sorts was underway with the swallows busy taking olives of the surface in a fast run but risers were few and far between and not steady when i did see any. I returned to the pool i started off on fishing the duo in the head again and picked up a couple on the nymph, i also had what looked like a decent trout turn away from the big klink at the last gasp.
With the afternoon moving on Col had made his way back upstream to where i was fishing, he was gutted having hooked into a big trout which had taken his klink only to loose it a couple of minutes into the fight, the trout thrashing about on the surface when the tippet gave way. We all know the feeling and its not nice, that teamed up with another couple of missed chances, it wasn't to be his day. We fished another couple of pools taking a grayling and dropping a wee trout before calling it a day, we'll be back soon i guess.