Surrounded by many a drought stricken county, ever hopeful Warren & I descend on the Nadder.
The forecast was absolutely abysmal but we decided regardless, to commit to fishing with the dry fly.
In all my years of fishing I’d never seen such volume in a hatch of Grannom as was witnessed today.
We were extremely lucky in that the bank laden tree line kept the wind impact to a minimum, thus allowing todays menu choice the opportunity to go about it’s business pretty much unhindered.
In their thousands Warren tries to capture the un-gamely and erratic flight of the Grannom. Sadly the light and nature of the compact camera doesn’t make for a good shot of the flies micro world.
The boil and an onslaught of grayling, trout and chub nailing both pupae and emergers with vigour.
The occasional skyward flush of rain & hail did nothing to halt otherwise committed Grannom in their quest to emerge and make for bankside vegetation before being devoured by chasing predators.
We didn’t get many opportunities to choose our species in otherwise murky waters, just nail the cast to the rise… there… there… no there… that one… or, in fly fishing lingo were Warren’s words of wisdom… “just go for the f—king fat one”
Amongst many tiny parr was the gorgeousness that is todays out of season pest – a wee ‘Lady’…
Warren nailed this stunning wild brownie, best fish of the day on a retirer sedge pattern
Note the blue spot behind the eye… a stamp of beautifulness no doubt
I seemed to attract everything other than what I was supposed to be aiming for. A nice chublet found my CDC emerger irresistible, a pity the trout didn’t feel the same.
My CDC emerger took an absolute pasting this afternoon
Late afternoon… the Grannom has waned, the fish are fed and the waters are calm… the day is done.
Whether permitting it’s due a return visit on Saturday having spotted some utter lunkers… till then!
(Oh – If you’re wondering about the title – it’s an anagram of the river and todays fly life)