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Everything here is my own, the words, images and video, all taken by myself whilst out fishing or spending time in wild places, which is what it's all about in my view! Get out there and enjoy it, or grab a cup of tea, sit down and i'll go for you!...

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Saturday, 16 April 2011

(Update)The last couple of weeks...

Due to one thing or another I've been a Little distracted recently, but have manged a trip or two, so here's a quick update to get things back in order...

First was another evening trip to the local stream, again Adam joined me(although he nearly didn't!). I arrived first and after setting up walked down stream to the lowest access point, it was a beautiful evening with blue skies accented by the Hawthorn...


I entered the river and mucked about turning stones(and replacing them) while i waited for Adam, he then phoned me to ask where i was as he'd walked straight past me about half a mile downstream! Fortunately i was not lonely, i had plenty of company in the form of Trout food...



Eventually Adam appeared, a bit sweaty but in the right place now! We fished upstream and it wasn't long before we found some fish taking Grannom, i took one and Adam took two( i think), my fish...




Some fish proved impossible, taking some extremely tiny midges, MUCH smaller than anything i had in the box, lesson learnt...

Before long we'd reached the top of the stretch and lost the light, we spotted some Bats feeding under the bridge and after ditching the rods in the cars went for a closer look. It turns out that Bats are really rather tricky to photograph, what with faffing around with pre focusing and waiting for the bat to come into the depth of field before then trying to capture the flying mouse with the flash which instantly takes away your night vision, after some poor efforts i finally managed a decent shot, and although it's a little grainy it's a new PB...




Next outing was to a small lake, it was a lovely warm day but other than lots and lots of small Rudd i didn't manage anything of any size, i did however see a grass snake a few times, who seemed to be enjoying the warm water, well worth the trip out for that alone...



Snake video

The next trip was one I'd been very much looking forward to, Adam joined me on a new small river, one that we'd fished for coarse species but this would be our first time looking for the Trout. It was another beautiful hot sunny day, and boy didn't we know it after walking miles and miles of bank in chest waders, breathable and with shorts on underneath but it didn't make much difference! After spotting no end of Chub, some Perch and Pike, Roach and a Barbel we'd walked far enough upstream to find the smaller pocket water...


My 9 footer was a little long for this area but Adam's 8ft rod was just about do-able, we took it in turns casting our way through pools, Adam got the first one which was the first of three we took from a tiny little pocket of water where the flow eased slightly, the best fish came from a great pool where a side stream ran in next to and old, moss covered stone wall...




As we reached the very top of the length it open up a little, Adam fished his way through a couple of nice pools and bumped what looked to be a good fish before he took the last of the day...


There is another upper stretch after a short trip in the car, but that had to wait for another day, I'm looking forward to getting to know the river the more of it i see!

So that's it for now, back up to date. Fingers crossed I'll be heading back to my favourite little stream tomorrow, check this time last years entries to the Blog for a sneak preview. I have some footage from the above trip also which I'll edit together to make a short vid when i have chance, stay tuned!...

Cheers,


Graham

Friday, 1 April 2011

Nice way to start!...

Well it's here at last, April the 1st, and not a moment too soon! I'm no fool and even though the weather hasn't been great the past few days(after a couple of weeks of heaven!) 30 mins after leaving work i was climbing into waders. My brother Adam joined me equally unsure as to how the stream would be looking but we needn't have worried, as we walked downstream it soon became apparent that the Grannom had arrived, and started in earnest!

We stood at a vantage point and looked down the stretch, the riffle gave way to a long, straight smooth section of water, and within the next minute we saw half a dozen Trout throw themselves excitedly at the little sedges, breaching, slashing into them...

Moments later we were positioned behind them, hearts beating just a little faster than before. I hooked one which slipped the steel after a couple of seconds, Adam took one shortly after, a bright fish that had obviously been feeding well.


It went quiet in the riffle probably down to a combination of the hooked fish and the silt we'd stirred in the adjacent slack, we moved upstream and soon found another feeding fish. I covered him after he showed himself and the little deerhair fly was truly nailed, April the 1st and my trout season had started, and on a dry too!


By now the wind had got up some and with it's downstream direction turning over a chunky fly was more than a little tricky! We fished our way upstream but the action had died away, Adam saw what he thought was a Chub turn after a slight indication on his nymph and i eventually managed small suicidal fish that was hell bent on my fly. In the next-to top pool Adam took another trout and a grayling on his nymph but it was the final pool that brought a nice surprise, his nymph ran through and his line stabbed violently a couple of times before finally he hooked the culprit! A perfectly formed little brownie, which had somehow gotten itself filled with the aggression of a double figure pike!...


He bumped a bigger fish in the same pool before it was time to leave, 7.15 and it was still light enough to tie on a different fly, don't you just love BST?!...

P.S. sorry for the lack of photo's of anything without fins, time is the enemy and all that....

Cheers,


Graham