I arrived on the river just before 1900hrs and the drizzle had just started as I sat on the bridge looking down on the river for any signs of movement, purely to see what sort of tackle I was going to tie up, either dries or nymphs.
I seen one solitary fish rising just downstream of the hanging trees, so decided to have a bash.
I slipped under the trees on my home bank watching and waiting for the trout to make another appearance opposite, the rain was starting to come down a bit heavier than the drizzle 5 minutes ago but the fish made another appearance and gave me a target to go aim for.
second cast over him up he came & I connected with him only for him to somersault once and throw the hook.
I moved 100 yards upstream in the search for other rising fish again under the trees on the far bank. a few casts over its head and up it came, this time I missed completely. This went on for the next 4 or 5 rising fish, I would cover them they would have a go for the fly but I missed them completely. It was as if they were not taking the fly properly but simply splashing at its presence. Finally as it started to get dark I seen another fish and decided to have one last cast and was rewarded that the fish stayed on this time.
A lovely wild fish.
Released to give sport another day as always.
Today is our 29th wedding anniversary so what were the chances of the wife allowing my to visit a fishing show, I thought Nil, How wrong I was!!
With no plans set in stone for the day we decided to just jump in the car and head off for a drive and have lunch somewhere, on mentioning to her about the Wharfedale Fly Fishing Show and wanting to catch up with a few friends we decided to head there first.
It was great to meet up with old friends again and have a laugh and some banter with old & new, and a few items bought.
Stephen Cheetham from fishing with style certainly knows how to greet me, he wants a hug.....