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Monday, 10 May 2010

Weekend on the stream...

I managed to get out to my local stream a couple of times over the weekend, just a short session of a couple of hours and the whole afternoon the following day! It has definately been colder these last few days, and as i drove there i wasn't sure how active the stream would be, i shouldn't of worried!....

The short session proved to be very busy indeed, i took 10 brownies and fluked two Grayling, all but three on dries too! Mostly black gnats and hawthorns were being taken, along with the odd olive here and there in the faster water, really great sport...

Having all afternoon free was a bonus, i managed to tie a few flies to replenish those stolen from me by the "jack-in-a-box hawthorns" before i left, and by 1pm i was stepping into my waders. "click" went the lock on the car door and i was soon winding my way down through the trees, i'd not got far before i stumbled upon this guy, why do they enjoy resting on the paths?



I walked downstream to where i planned to meet a friend, i was the first there, but i was not alone. Tucked tight in to the bank a fish fed greedily, excitedly nailing each passing gnat as well as hurling himself at the occasional hawthorn, i let him fill his boots and snapped some of the flora and fauna while i waited...



Shortly i was joined on the bank and we made plans, we carried on downstream a little while further before entering the stream and making our way back with a view to fishing for whatever came our way. Almost immediately we saw fish feeding from the surface, happily taking gnats from the bubble line. We must've spooked them because as soon as we'd within range they just disappeared, more slow and careful wading was needed before we got to the next fish. Adam went first and covered the fish, nothing, gave the fish a little more "lead" and still nothing. "might as well put your fly over it" he said, i pulled off some line, first cast and wallop! A few short moments later and a lively brownie was slipped back.

This stretch of the stream is a little tight in some areas, we were both using rods around six and a half feet long and an even shorter rod would've have made casting somewhat more comfortable...


We slowly made our way over some shallows and up into some slower water, adam fluffed a couple before i teased this little chap out, the phrase "eyes bigger than your belly" came to mind...


We tried to a couple of tricky fish in a glide on a corner but a combination of currents and difficult casting due to overhanging trees made it near impossible, and just a little further round the corner adam hooked and lost a really good fish which leapt and threw the hook! He made up for it sooner rather than later with a nice buttery fish that gave a good account of itself...


We next came to some fish that seemed to be sipping something small from the surface, we both tried but ultimately failed to tempted them with anything we had in our boxes. We reached a small side stream and took a break from the fishing to have a "mooch around", we found a dipper's nest and possibly a kingfisher's nest high on a muddy bank. As we sat and took it all in this appeared on my waders...



A Large brook dun, i'd never seen one before, a very robust and impressive looking creature.

Poking our heads back out on the main stream we spotted two fish feeding, one up and one downstream, i thought i'd try the downstream fish which i think more than pleased adam as it needed a good long cast between trees and then rolling more line into the current as it carried the fly downstream to the fish. The line was stripped off the reel, i made the cast and started paying the line out when the fly vanished in a ring on the surface! I lifted the rod which instantly bucked and hooped to the tune of a good fish, it bored deep for the roots as i desperately stripped in to keep up with him. "fish on" a shouted, "me too" replied adam, i turned and saw his rod also curved in anger over my shoulder. I had to use everything the rod and tippet had to persuade the fish upstream to me, it was one hell of a fight but eventually he was tired but safely in the net. I let him rest while i snapped adam's fish...


And my fish...




That was the last fish of the day for me, adam managed another one from the head of a pool but that one's on video, no stills. A greater spotted woodpecker landed overhead momentarily, a bit out of range for the camera but great to see...


As we headed back to the cars it started to cloud up a little, the forecast did mention a possible shower but it didn't materialise. The bank side vegetation really is in full swing now and it's a wonderful place to be in late spring early summer, along with all the wildlife there is a great many scents and sounds to enjoy as you amble and paddle around...


It was a pleasant drive home through the fields, the different shades of green punctuated by the vivid yellow of the rape fields, i couldn't help but pull over for a quick snap...


Cheers,


Graham

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