Sunday, 16 February 2014
Today I woke to sunshine and a refined breeze. For perhaps only a short time the strong winds and rain that have beset us recently have moved away. Out early with my faithful dog our walk by the local beck shows a stream running high wide and handsome. The positives are that the accumulated muck and rubbish has now been washed away , gravels have been cleansed and a quick invertebrate sample a week or two ago showed a river bed with plenty of food in it. I am pleased to say our local floods havent been so high as to do a lot of damage . Up here in the North East we have had a relatively mild winter and fairly dry too. This recent rain was very welcome. In fact a bit more wouldnt go amiss, the positive start to the day made me want to reawaken the blog and put fingers to keys.
Since Christmas I have had one fishing club committee meeting, an AGM for another and next week I have our local beck AGM which is combined with our annual duck dinner . A more civilised way to discuss fishing and lie about catches is hard to imagine.
This year so far I have resigned from one angling club and signed back up with another I left some years ago , regulars to the blog may guess what that was. But as the season unfolds all with become apparant. My new working arrangements have influenced where I may end up fishing a great deal. Recently the fly tying desk has received my attention boxes are being reorganised and refilled. In preperation for being trashed once the season gets underway. So at last the approach of the new season is tangible planning can start . Spring if not in the air is at last within sight.....
Thursday, 26 December 2013
Boxng day, I was given a unexpected chance to go to the river I arrived a little after twelve, probably around an hour or more too late to make the most of the day but getting your daughter organised for a weeks skiing trip and sorting out the other tasks allocated to me stole precious hours. The small stream was in fine form , fining down after a rise over the last few days but now running clear and slightly up on the last few weeks low levels. The river surface was dead though, no rising fish the pretence of summer seemingly gone. Temperatures hovering around the 3 degree mark. I fished a single nymph fished on a 8ft 3lb leader on a 3wt rod. Searching the glides and runs for feeding fish.
This was the first fish and proved to be the best of the day a few more tiny grayling and several small brownies came in the next two hours but there was nothing of note only small grayling pristine in their steel grey chain mail coats . Along with the grayling were a good few out of season brown trout still obviousley feeding . I guess the lack of seriously cold weather has allowed them to stay so active.
As I walked back to the car a flash of colour caught my eye. The autumn mild weather has fooled a cherry tree to share its blossom. Another sign of what this strange weather has done . In the last week I have seen the buds on willow and horse chestnut swelling and bursting and catkins appearing.When real winter weather appears these will receive a real shock.
Sunday, 15 December 2013
Well with only a few days to go before the winter solstice and the official start of Winter it seems a good time to look back on the Autumn. From my fishing perspective Autumn takes in October and November and December seems like a winter month to me. Whereas I think of March as the start of spring fishing and yet the calender says the 21st of March is the first day of Spring. Anyway that's just me I digress
As usual in Autumn the fishing trips have been few and far between. Work commitments haven't helped and neither has the weather . Anyway odd hours at the tying bench and the occasional grayling trip have been beneficial. I have even had chance to explore a tiny bit of the Yorkshire Derwent. My new working arrangements have convinced me that rejoining was a smart move as the river is within 15 minutes of my door and will give lots of opportunities for short and long trips.
Anyway Saturday I had an invite form a friend to fish one of the wolds chalk streams where he assured me grayling heaven awaited me. It was a good day with a few fish, good crack and even the wolds " breeze" managed to hold of till the afternoon. None of the real monsters decided to play but I had one lovely fish a couple of ounces below that magical two pound mark and thoroughly enjoyed myself. Couldnt believe how low the river was though....