Being a regular, almost weekly blogger on client and friend fishing escapades, I’ve been out of sorts recently having not posted anything for almost a month. Not that anything revolutionary happens here, it’s more of a journal for me and those I spend precious fishing time with.
Such as Ian Jones below who nailed some stunning fish on his first ever river outing.
Also, good friends John…
…and Richard enjoying a first similar fly fishing experience.
Meanwhile, Kuze (coo-say) a more experienced fly angler who regularly nymphs managed to sort out his leader set up and casting to confidently entice more free rising fish when opportunities arise.
From local Open Days, demonstrating casting and fishing techniques like this one in Gloucester…
I can’t remember being christened with Reaves as a surname (Oops!)… and I definitely wasn’t gonna sing for those attending. There be a typo in that there poster??
…to the Salisbury and District Angling Club the following day for a demonstration and tuition with fellow AAPGAI instructors and club members.
Charles Jardine kick starts the morning with an overview of fly casting and fishing techniques.
Back then to the day job with David Cunningham, a first chance for him to get back out on the water since a superb Test day back in February.
And it seems having not lost any of his acquired skills either.
Post the apocalyptic rainfall, the river thrives producing great sport and fine fish.
Welcome as always, olives are just not there in numbers at present although those that are do seem to be stirring the fish… I just wish they were more plentiful.
Finally and after a fantastic few weeks weather… it had to be just too good to last. We expected a soaking which was avoided in part only due to the 30–40 mph winds rattling around our heads.
Tim Volk the Production Manager at Lamson/Waterworks. Having had no sleep for the last 30 hours, he landed in at Heathrow, boarded a train, hopped in my car from the station and straight into waders for a fish on the river, and…
…very much into the thick of it, gusts and all. He managed to beguile his first ever grayling as well as a number of fine trout to both dry and nymph.
A last brown trout before jet lag took its toll and a need to retire to the local for some sustenance.
We’ll look forward to seeing you there if you’ve nowt better to do… come to think of it, even if you have – Cancel it and come anyway.