19 May 2014

extra terrestrial

Today i headed west again to the river  with it's unique speckled brown trout, i wasn't feeling overly optimistic about my chances though as there was  a strong downstream wind to contend with and it was also quite bright, but you know what it's like, you don't know until you go!  I arrived at the river some time after twelve which i thought was probably a bit early but at least this would give me time to walk downstream at a leisurely  pace before working my way back up to the car. That was the plan anyway but much to my surprise the tail of the pool nearest the car was alive with rising trout before i walked anywhere, for once a downstream wind was doing me a favour blowing hawthorns on to the water and the trout were queueing up to take them of the surface, luckily i had some black dirty Polly's tied up which did the trick taking a nice trout just over the pound and another just under under.





it was all going so well... until a combine harvester and convoy of John  Deer tractors entered the field next to the pool i was fishing, not surprisingly the noise seemed to put the fish down except for the odd intermittent riser so i thought i would have a wonder downstream.





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!

poppy's

 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

 foot prints

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.