As I pulled up at the side of the road where I normally park the car the trees were whistling with the wind. Should I or shouldn't I, were my thoughts and probably stupidity got the better of me as I slipped into my waders.
The wind and rain was heading straight down the Dale, and it would be hard to find some sheltered water but I knew one spot that might pay off.
Slipping down behind the bare willows I came to the spot I had in mind and started fishing, the rod felt really good and it wasnt long until I would feel how it handled with a fish on, or so I thought as started playing the fish, only to realize it was actually two fish, a double hook up!
With the first safe in the net I gripped the leader and slipped the net under the second fish.
Now thats a way to christen a rod and with Grayling too, I was chuffed to bits.
The first Grayling taken on the middle dropper.
And the second taken on the point nymph.
Continuing in the pool was challenging as the wind was throwing my line everywhere but a couple more smaller fish came to the net before the wind got the better of me and I decided to walk to another spot I knew which had some high banks that would hopefully divert the wind over the top of me.