Walking upstream along the bank the first thing I noticed was the grannom hatch that was taking place they were everywhere but not many fish were moving for them.
I decided to sit at the head of a pool where I had a good vantage point to see the full pool so settled in and had a sandwich & a drink which was to be my evening meal. Watching the pool the hatch was a good one with literally thousand of grannom coming off but hardly any fish moving at all & the fish that were moving I thought to be small Grayling.
It was great to sit on the bank with the last of the days heat and listen to the Curlews and Oyster Catchers call out to their mates.
After something to eat I decided it was all or nothing so attached a small size 18 dry fly and covered one of the fish that were rising, almost immediately up it came and took my artificial, my call had been answered a small brown trout.
For the next hour the same routine with small brown trout and the occasional small Grayling took the fly.
As I decided it was time to start heading back towards the car I came over the top of the bank to see a lovely barn owl hunting just above the willows so I crouched down and sat and watched as it flew across its big white face peering down at me as it flew past, that made my evening as I love to see these majestic birds.
I dropped down into a final pool and the first cast at the head of the pool seen a lovely Grayling role on my dry fly and it was on.
A lovely long fish at just over 42cm long and in excellent condition a quick photograph and off it went back to where it came from.
Back to the car and call it a night, and what a lovely evening to be on the river all be it for only 2 hours it was well worth it.
Today seen me drive the country lanes through the sea of yellow rape seed fields surrounding the back lanes on route to the river.
I decided to spend a few hours at Devils bridge in the hope that I could tempt a couple of brown trout, as the river is really low and very clear so I had to look in the deeper water for the trout. I also felt that the current furled leader I had been using was a bit on the heavy side for the rod, so after some consultation with my mentor Steven I had knocked up a lighter leader in the hope that it would balance out better so a bit of trialling had to be done too.
There was a cold downstream wind blowing so the fly life was virtually none existent on the surface but I decided that I would go looking as I wanted to trial the leader and I had built it for dry fly fishing.
Walking upstream the pheasant were out in force and teaming up with the hens, I must have lifted nearly a dozen birds from the undergrowth as I walked up to the pool I had in mind.