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Monday, 24 May 2010

Blazing brownies!


This weekend really couldn't come quick enough! After a week of warm weather i was dying to get back to a particular little stream i fish. The journey was a drag, i couldn't leave too early and got caught up in day trippers doodling' along to their chosen sun spots, i choked in the scent of freshly applied factor 15 coming through the cars vents from the "grockles'" vehicles up ahead. Once through the "big smoke" i made up some time, and before i could say Tups indispensible the car was tucked neatly into the hedge and i was climbing into my waders...

Now due to today's soaring temperatures i'd gone all out and decided to wear shorts beneath my chesties, this was some risk as lately i've experienced more than a little seepage from around the zip area, this wouldn't normally concern me but as the stream is no more than a tunnel of trees is some parts i envisaged it being a tad chilly once out of the suns rays...

I climbed the gate walk to the bank and stood, and watched. From this position i saw no less than 4 nice Trout holding themselves in the gentle flow, as i put the rod up i waited to see what bugs they'd take, ten minutes past and not one had risen, moved to one side or so much as sniffed at anything coming their way! I slipped down the bank and got in behind the fish, i'd not seen anything but damsels in the air and just a couple of black gnats on the water so i put something small and black on. I cast to the first fish with no response, i tried it again expecting to at least get a closer inspection as it past overhead. Nothing. So this tie before i cast i held the fly under the surface and squeezed the buoyancy from it, the fly landed 4 feet ahead of the fish and slowly sank, as it neared i lifted the rod tip, much to the liking of the Trout which leapt forward and nailed it, only to shake free moments later ruining the pool and sending the other fish into cover, a great start...

I walked upstream and soon realised there wasn't half as much fly life as i'd expected, other than a couple of tiny fish taking from the surface i saw no other rises. I came to the next fish under some trees, only small but they all count! He was sat on the bottom propped on his pecs, i snook up behind him and devised a plan...


I swapped the small and black dry for a small PTN nymph with a copper bead head, like before i put the fly a good way ahead of the fish and tried to induce the take as before, bingo!

A perfect little wild brown Trout, marked exactly as they should be...

A small distance further up the same glide i saw the next fish beneath some overhanging branches, the same approach brought the same response, only this time the fight was a little different! After hooking the fish he leapt clear of the water in protest before boring deep for the tree roots on the nearside bank, i could do nothing but hang on and thankfully after a short while he was in the net, an absolute Cracker!


Much darker than the smaller first fish, a really superbly marked Leopard of the stream!


I slid him back and made my way up to the next stretch, this shallow section is now choked with water buttercup, quite incredible how quickly it's grown in the past couple of weeks, i guess more sections would be like this if it wasn't for the trees offering shade! Beautiful damoiselle were everywhere, dancing and jostling on the bank side vegetation but i didn't see any pop through the surface...




Next i came to a deep section, and true to form i did feel a little cooler once the depth got to the critical point on the waders, but not in a bad way, in fact it was quite welcome! I turned a corner and arrived at a nice little pool, it had a slack and a nice tail to it, i felt sure it winkle one out from here! I couldn't see any fish due to a combination of the riffled surface and foam in the bubble line so i used the force and put the nymph on the crease, left it for a second then lifted the rod, it worked! Twice! Two plump little brownies graced the camera before disappearing once again under the textured water, as with all the fish from this stream they are fantastically marked, and bright as a button...



I struggled for a few fish in the next section, it was tricky spotting them in the dappled light beneath the trees and some walkers arrived with a dog a proceeded to scare the living daylights out of every Trout for 50 yards, as well as muddying up the stream! I did spot one fish, and a bloody good one too! Right on a brightly lit corner, i managed to get him on video(which i will upload once it's edited and rendered) before he spotted me as i tried to get behind him for a better presentation and shot into the roots never to be seen again. It didn't matter though, i was thoroughly enjoying the sound of running water and shelter from the sun. I did however almost got stabbed to death by no less than 3 Kingfishers! They appeared from nowhere and whistled round a bend at full tilt before making evasive maneuvers to avoid making a human kebab...


I made my way upstream, dodged my way round a bottomless pool and spotted a small fish propped on his pecs in the centre of the stream, i was just easing some line off the reel for a cast when something in my peripheral vision made me freeze........ Just sub-surface right on the inside of the left hand bend a good fish cruised slowly, looking with a sinister eye at anything that slid into his slack. By this time the small fish on the bottom was long forgotten as i fixed my now tunnel vision on the cruiser, without looking i eased the fly from the keeper ring and worked a few yards of line out, i flicked the nymph ahead and to his right hand side, as soon as it touched down he was interested, but the short jerks on the line as i raised the tip drove him wild and he just had to have it! Another spirited fight followed with him punching well above his weight, as all the fish do, but once i had him in open water he soon tired before he slid safely over the rim of the net, Phew!...


Like the second fish a good size for the stream, and one of the buttery fish, with beautiful big spots, i was so pleased, especially as i knew it was the end of the length just round the corner...


He melted away into the pool, i reeled in, climbed up the bank and began the walk back downstream to the car. I had a wonderful day, ok i hadn't taken them off the top as i'd thought but i had put the nymph to the fish and made/seen them take it, exciting fishing by anyone's standards! I saw a gold crest as i neared the car and spotted a couple of fish i spooked earlier, back in their favourite feeding stations, i was tempted to cast, but didn't...



Roll on next weekend...

Cheers,


Graham

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