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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

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