A slower pace

 Swapped out the walking boots & rucksack this week for the wading boots & fly rod and had a dander along the River Ure after a very busy week at work with no staff due to Covid & sickness. Water was clear but at a good height & reports were poor from the guys who had been on the river, many dry netting & struggling to find any fish at all.

Sitting at the top of the beat I sat & observed for any signs of life & had a brew whilst waiting & the 15 minutes not a single show of any fish at all, above or below water that I could see from my raised vantage point.

Fishing down through the first pool the line stopped & I struck into a fish, nothing of any great size but I was glad to be off the mark.

 Almost immediately I had another fish but this time an Out of Season Brown trout in a relatively poor condition with a lot of tail damage so a slip of the hook & it was gone again. 

It was almost 40 minutes before the indicator stopped again and a small Grayling came to hand.

Fishing all down through the beat I never touched another fish until the very last set of glides where again I struck into 2 Grayling in quick succession.

Almost identical circumstances to the first couple of fish with the larger fish coming first followed by a much smaller fish.

And that was it, 4 hours on the river at a much slower pace to last weekend but just as enjoyable with Buzzards hunting overhead and the peace & tranquillity that nature & its surroundings bring.

Until next time, tight lines everyone.