More Partying & A Spot Of Fishing

After viciously attacking the brambles, hawthorn, etc. that were creeping over the path around the pond creating trip hazards and or the potential to poke your eye out I had an hour or so on the little beck that runs along side. This one doesn't get badly affected by the rain and tends to run clear, very clear, most of the time.

There were a few olives fluttering about and the odd mayfly, lacewing, and small daddy also seen. Dry fly seemed the obvious choice, but what to tie on the end. A quick natter with the local sheep reviled them to be from the Oliver Edwards semi realistic camp. The one that caught my eye as I went through the box was a Nigel Nunn inspired YTP type thing. Somewhat lighter dressed though.

The trick with little streams like this is to stomp along the bank spooking the fish so you know where they are. You then wit for them to settle before snagging the fly on the barbed wire fence or chucking it into the overhanging branch the fish is hiding under. This is what it seemed to be like to me. Eventually I landed a the fly on the water and a fish went for it at great speed. It grabbed the fly somersaulted out of the water and spat the fly out again before I knew what was happening. The next three fished that may or may not have grabbed the fly I missed. Eventually a fish stuck to the fly and a little plump 9" WBT was landed.

After a couple more attacks that I failed to contact with I did hook another that somersaulted off the hook. One f the problems with small trout, especially if there are two or more in a pool is the eagerness to grab food before the others get to it. This means the come at things too quickly and often miss, but look like they've taken the fly. With the sporadic hatches we've had so far this year this problem gets exaggerated. A bit of settled weather and a decent hatch life will be a lot easier.