Here’s to enjoying what I spend most of my time teaching… fly fishing. On this occasion a few days spent with Warren and the incomparable Vic Knight.
Vic’s zero weight… our stretch of the Wylye is the perfect place for Vic to give it an airing.
Vic blasting off the cobwebs in a dainty like manner…
A grayling succumbs and bows down to greatness… fish on!…
… meanwhile star man Warren stirs some magic in a pan, it’s the wife’s (Fiona) culinary feast otherwise known a Chill-con-carne and rice… slurp!
Warren’s portable hadron collider… steady on mate it’ll be mush!
Is that box of Jumbo Pampers just coincidence or is there some fall out expected?
After much merriment and mirth, tis time to bash some fish… the pressures dropped like a bomb and we feel much doom & gloom in the air. Hard to describe really but you anglers will know what I mean… everything becomes still and little occurs, no birds or flies, almost a lack of atmosphere… then cometh the rain, it tippeth down incessantly.
Always prepared for such situations… c’mon Vic lets Tenkara fish from here instead 
The rain however brings with it an air of freshness and life… namely long horn, olives and even some mayfly (mostly spinners) upon which we imitate and attempt to feed some otherwise vague fish…
A fine and calm Wylye grayling.
Today was not really about the fishing… in fact that seemed more of an interruption than anything, what with the jocular banter, sharing of ideas, taking the pi## and continuous laughter, there’s not a better day spent.
Following the day on the Wylye Vic and I journey across to Gloucester and a favourite river we both spend a lot of our time teaching on. The forecast is utterly miserable with some biblical amounts of rains supposedly to join us at any moment.
We make the most of the clear but blustery conditions to find and mark fish before the epic rainfall…
…again, Vic can’t resist using his zero weight as only he knows how to tempt this lovely brownie.
I meanwhile use old faithful (10ft #2) and a ‘TF’ indicator to nail this peach on a similar RNPTN.
Never one to enjoy fishing alone and in the company of a good friend and excellent fisherman, you feel it would be nothing less than remiss of you not to point out a bad cast, poor presentation and those car crash fishing methods in order to establish the hierarchy… unfortunately Vic the old git has seniority through age so I know when I’m put in my place.
I enjoy watching Vic tickle fish from some stunning glides.
I wasn’t sure if this was a vagrant or Vic was attempting to trick something with a DOG knobbler?
A big sky… something looms in the air… it’s not good
plink… plink… plink… me thinks it has arrived
My last fish of the day and just in time
Holy mother, the heavens open and put pay to the fishing… I’ve never seen this river rise and colour in the way it did on this afternoon. Is that an umbrella?, you’re darn right it is… it saves spending ridiculous amounts of money on supposedly earth shattering super jackets that leak like tea bags.
Cheers Vic, a blast as ever… these are the fondest of fishing memories.
