An early morning and an eerie presence as we make our way through the wood…
………A presence of which is……………………………………nothing less than a welcome one…
…for on the other side is the river Itchen, a picture of colour and deception.
Deception because the river is still ludicrously high, much of which is unfishable… at least today.
In the upper reaches however where scuba gear was less of a necessity, past riffles had become steady glides, turbulent waters were now even more so, and there was not a jot of fly life to be seen.
Only one option would therefore prevail today… upon the nymph we rely, and deep.
Richard with the ‘P’ rig fishing the seams of this torrent successfully tames a fish
John high sticking and prospecting above gravel bed
James into his second fish, unfortunately both have been trout. Nymphing in such conditions makes for species discrimination nigh on impossible.
Today was tough, the reasons why you wouldn’t fish it out weighed those as to why you would. Never the less fish were caught and lots learnt… more over the banter, p### taking and general merriment made the day that much more enjoyable.
This morning was lovely and snap cold crisp, it’s how I like a grayling day to be… just need to ensure the grayling know this the next time.
This week I journey up to Cumbria, firstly to meet up with John & Tony to do some Vision stuff and discuss next year which is exciting, then it’s grayling on the Eden with Paul Procter, Tony Riley & Ian May… God forbid the weather holding, this’ll be third time unlucky otherwise.
‘Go get some grayling’ ~ tight lines all.