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Monday, 7 June 2010

Wild fishing fit for kings!...

Saturday was special for a few reasons, firstly it was to be the first outing for a new rod which arrived safely during the week, the rod was built by a couple of good friends of mine and i couldn't wait to put it into action! Another of the reason's why this day was so special was due to where we were heading, my favourite little overgrown stream, plus the weather was spot on, warm, a little cloud cover, there just had to be mays hatching, and hopefully wild brown trout sipping! The rod was built with this place in mind, it's tight, overgrown and there's no such thing as an easy cast, plus the fish are STRONG, that's why the rod is only 5ft long and a fairly steep taper, also it's made in one piece so there's no ferrule to add weight or impede it's lovely action. I named it the S.A.S, which stands for short and sweet, plus i thought it went well with the commando style of fishing it was born to undertake...

Adam picked me up just before 9am, by ten we were stood on the bridge overlooking the clear water as it snaked it's way through the valley. We scrambled down the "ladder" and put up, Adam went straight for a may and i opted for a small beadhead PTN.........until a fish nailed a may dun 15yrds ahead of me! I swapped to my simple may pattern and began to wade at the usual snails pace into casting position, i pulled some line from the little salter reel, flicked it high into the air behind me to clear some vegetation, then sent the fly forward ahead of the fish. One or two seconds passed as the fly drifted downstream towards the fish before he rose to the surface and engulfed it! The usual punching above it's weight fight ensued with much dashing about taking place, but the rod one him over in the end. One cast, one fish! What a way to christen a new wand!..


As the fish was slid back into the cool water another fish rose a little further up the same glide, Adam stepped forward and before long had a smaller fish to hand before he slipped the hook out and returned him. "A fish each and we've only walked 20yrds!" exclaimed Adam, it was was nearly the top of the stretch before he managed a fish in the drizzle last weekend, things looks good...

The stream buzzed with life, mays were coming off fairly steadily and demoiselles painted in a thousand shades of green and blue were dancing to the tune of territory and courtship in the reeds and over every patch of streamer weed...


I spooked the next fish due to impossible casting between fallen trees, hanging brambles and weed rafts, so we moved up to a narrow pool which usually holds a fish or two. Adam ran his fly through but nothing obliged, there was one fish rising from time to time but he was so far tucked beneath an overhanging bush that there was no way of getting a fly to him, we left him in peace...


Two fish were in the next pool but new we were there before we did! I've yet to tease one of these fish from their lair under a weed raft, it's collected round the stump of an old barb wire fence and is the bolt hole of choice as soon as you get within 10yrds of them! Next time...

We struggled for a little while before turning a corner after a dark pool under thick trees, there was a gap in the bank side flora which allowed a shaft of light to penetrate the water and pick out two or three fish which were cruising the pool of the look-out for anything that looked like food. I swapped back to the original small beadhead PTN and made a cast, there were two smaller fish and a larger one which for the time being had vanished, i let the nymph sink to almost the bottom then just started to lift the rod to give it some life when out from under a tree stump came the better fish and grabbed it! It desperately wanted to get back in there and the rod bent alarmingly, all the way down to and underneath the cork! I turned him and got him back into some more open water where he was netted as soon as he was in range, An absolute minter of a fish, the sort of fish that makes me drive that little bit further, buttery with fins etched in crimson and brilliant white, trout just don't fight any harder, or come any better looking as far as i'm concerned...



A fish rose to a may at the head of the pool and Adam was only too happy to feed it another, only this one had a splinter of steel hidden within the fur and feather...


We carried on upstream to just below the straight section chocked with streamer weed, there's a nice pool situated under the low boughs of a tree, i think i must've been faffing with the camera because i turned round and Adam was already there flicking his fly down the bubble line, a fish took something from the surface but it wasn't attached to Adam's line. He moved his way up to where the fish showed but nothing came of it, until we walked up to the spot whereupon he shot downstream like a bolt of spotty lightening! Next time...


We reached the streamer weed and took a brake for a while, watching the demoiselles and seeing what had got caught up in the fronds...



As we moved upstream we passed one of the woodpecker nests, it was just loud as last week with the sound of "feed me" coming from the top of the chicks voices, they cant be more than a week away from fledgling, maybe i'll get to see them next weekend...

We reached a nice steady pool on a left hand bend where one or two fish were showing on the surface, and although we tried, we failed to connect with any of them again due to overhanging trees creating impossible casting once again...


The next half hour or so is a bit of a blur, we came to another corner pool which normally holds a couple of fish but today it was alive with them! It's a left hander like the last but much shallower with a narrow neck at the head where the flow is fed into the deeper water by the roots of a mature tree. Adam took the first fish whilst fishing for a different, it just wanted the fly! We always take it in turns so i must've taken the next, and so it went on for a while until Adam hooked a monster! It was one hell of a fish for the stream, truly epic, and one i'm sure we'll both remember for some time, maybe it the fish were used to disturbance because of cows on the bank but we just took fish after fish, all on mays(perhaps the key), all incredibly marked and brimming with spirit, a moment we dream about...






And the biggest of the lot, just perfection!



After the madness had passed and still giggling we had a sharp reality check and screwing up two or three fish that we successfully put down with poor casting, that's fishing for you. We carried on upstream under some more thick trees into some very tricky, fast pools where we met the local monarchy...



As we fished our way up(unsuccessfully) a flash of lightening blue passed us, only to be spotted a little further up sat on an overhanging branch over the stream, i think it must've been a fledgling due to it's buff colouration and tolerance of us creeping slowly closer. There wasn't much light beneath the canopy and i didn't really have the lens for the job, i must discipline myself into spending some time without the rod just to get a decent shot of this charismatic little king of the river...


We fished a little further up but didn't managed anymore fish, and to be honest i was more than a little distracted by the kingfisher!

Soon it was time to head back to the car so we climbed up the bank and made our way through the fields, it always amazes me how quickly you can walk the length but it takes hours to carefully wade and fish you way along it. We stopped and took a few pics of the rods on a wood pile and paid a visit to the othe woodpecker nest, the folks were knowhere to be seen but chirping was present in the old tree, although whereas we were sure we could make out two chicks last week we could only hear one this time...

I said when i started scribbling this that it was a special day for many reasons, the fish and wildlife are always special, as is the venue, and a day spent in the sort of environment that harbours such gems could never be anything less than a delight. And the rod? Well i have a feeling that i've just made a new friend, one that'll be around for a long time! Casting was precise and accurate, hooking and playing fish was a sheer joy, and it's splinter-like dimensions mean it's just the instrument for creeping about through dense undegrowth and flicking you chosen fluff to the fish of your dreams!...


It's forcast quite a bit of rain this week, will it spoil the stream for next weekend? I cant be sure, if it does i may have to tie flies, the coarse season is almost here! Or i could pop to the seaside(wink wink)...

Cheers,


Graham

4 comments:

  1. Amazing photography you've captured there Graham.

    That looks like my type of fishing...small streams, wild fish, doesn't get much better.

    Mick.

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  2. Thanks Mick, just clicked the follow button on your blog, very nice...

    Cheers,


    Graham

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  4. Adam picked me up just before 9am, by ten we were stood on the bridge overlooking the clear water as it snaked it's way through the valley.Emiko

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