i was hoping to find some more Hawthorn feeding fish but didn't find any, i did however take a couple of wee fellas on the klink/nymph duo, and lost what would have been the trout of the day from a fast run on the nymph, never mind!
i persuaded a lady bird to have a look at my rod
at the back of four i ended up at the pool i started of the day on, there was still the odd riser to target, i lost a trout before taking one on a wee dry which was tied up with lochs in mind, seems to work on rivers too!
Back at the car i decided to have a look at a tributary on the way home, its a strange little stream, it meanders it's way down through meadows before it reaches the main river. With a sandy bottom and very little rocks it's trout are ultra spooky and difficult to approach with the high banking's, I found this out a one evening last week when I managed to put every trout I saw rise down despite my best efforts to keep of the skyline.
|growing in the meadow|
it was a lot lower than last week too which would make it even trickier, i walked up from where it enters the main river but their didn't seem to be any signs of rising trout, i was thinking it was most probably going to be a waste of time when i spotted a riser at last which went a couple of times, i put the little deer hair dry over him and he took it with confidence, he fought like a trout twice his size, a nice fish just over the pound to end the day and a victory for me after my failings last time out.