With the ever changing weather and yet another days instruction re-scheduled, I trek to my local (The Avon) for some Chub fishing. I wanted grayling really but have since given up on these here, sadly it’s a stretch of river that seems to have gone backwards as far as the fly angler is concerned be it for either grayling or trout. What ever happens today I care not as long as I don’t catch rainbow stockies.
Not really flood levels but higher and more coloured than would be favourable.
Wading with care, not sure sometimes if the branches are hanging low or the water’s up to meet em’
At pace… even he struggled to get through this pushing glide and out the other side.
That’s what I’m after, I know this pool well and it’s got Chub written all over it…
Look harder… can you see now? 
In we go, nymphing armoury at the ready.
Having made lots… and lots… of repeated casts through a typical food lane, and missing two fish within minutes of each other due to my incompetence I manage to nail this little pretty handful.
A break between sessions, looking for respite out of this b##ch of a wind.
Moving through into waist high stuff I know of a hole that’s darn deep. Everything today coming to a peeping caddis mixed with varying shot patterns. For this pool we go ugly, 2 x No.4 shot… spadoosh!
It felt like chucking bolas at times, crikey! I nearly lost my where with all. Some little tinkers later that seemed no bigger than the fly, I ended with a peach of a similar generation to the previous.
A smashing afternoon on what could otherwise have been a miserable one, it don’t pay bills though so here’s hoping the weather turns favourable in the coming weeks. Happy ‘Lady’ pulling ~ Jim
