Monday, 27 August 2012
This little guy took my dry Sulfur #18 first cast through a long ninety second drift.
Now, that is one long slow drift alright.
It was the first time this year that I had fished my Hardy Fibalite glass 7ft #3/4
Crisp as the day she was built and spot on accuracy this is a classic 1960's glass,
plays fish softly and positively, almost as good as bamboo
The thing is those little trouty teeth can wreck a fly.
First cast, one fly, one fish, fly gnarled beyond recognition
I can see the satisfaction in his eye for the perfect wreckage of a good dry fly
Sunday, 19 August 2012
The river was high so I took a trip toward the headwaters.
I found a pool where some small browns were taking emerging baetis in a slick,
a dozen or so fish rising freely and gently.
My offering of a #18 reversed parachute Greenwells yielded five in ten minutes.
I then changed to a #20 revpara Rusty emerger with a tiny slip of bronze mallard
for a hint of wing, tied by my neighbour and friend at Small Fly Funk, Andy Baird,
another pretty brown.
I had a dozen for the evening and returned to my open fire.