Anyway got up this morning & had a bit of a dilemma watch the F1 on TV or go fishing, needless to say the fishing won this time around, As I drove up the farm track you can tell its almost the shooting season again as the amount of partridge & pheasant that is roaming around, no doubt the keepers have released some recently.
As I got to the river and set up it was very low and seemed odd as I never tend to trot the float when the rivers are this low, but I was here now and would make the most of it.
I was about 10 minutes into the trotting session when the first Grayling came to the net.
What I call bread & butter Grayling for this part of the river, as they are literally all around this size, with the occasional bigger one thrown in for good measure but they give good sport.
Not long after this the wind started to pick up and if I got one wind knot in the mono I got 10 winds knots, It was constantly changing direction and making trotting with such a small float very difficult.
Another few Bread & butter Grayling came to the net, together with around 30 - 40 leaves that were coming downstream.
They played in the pool for about 10 minutes before disappearing off downstream and allowing me back to try and see if there was any fish left in the pool that had not been scared off by them.
It took an absolute age to get a bite again but with perseverance I managed to coax a few fish to the net.
By this time the rain has started coming down heavy and the wind was blowing strongly making trotting such a light float near impossible so I retreated to the cover of the trees and made about attaching a heavier float which I could control more in the wind.
Another few trots and things started to come alive with a couple of small Out of Season Brown trout which were unhooked in the water and sent on their merry way and a few more Grayling, nothing of any size but at least fish were in the pool.
I was about to pack away when a small Jenny Wren came around where I was sitting and with the left overs of bait scattered on the floor I sat & watched as she ducked under the branches to drop down and start picking the bait off the sand, nothing went to waste.
I think unless the weather and river changes drastically in the next few weeks the trotting gear will stay in the cupboard as I observed quite a few fish rising today and I do like a rising Grayling.