The snow brings the country to an almost standstill. In the absence of having any kids with which to throw down a hill on a dustbin lid towards a barbed wire fence, nor the capacity or will to sit at a bench and tie flies, it’s off to Narnia to pester fish… me thinks, me hopes.
Not just for x-ray fish vision, squint free snow blindness avoided…
PTN – The perfect morsel if there ever was one. I chose this in the vein hope of not needing to migrate to any other as fingers fail to cooperate…brrr
There’s a chill in the air, that’ll be hypothermia then. Only the best nets double up as a wind sock…
Gung ho… son of a @#&%$ that’s cold. And so commences the seeking of fish… I seek ye here…
I seeked ye there… ah… gotcha!
I seek ye everywhere… ooh…ooh… no… yes… aha… yippee
Having nailed a handful of tiny chub in tree covered deep pools, a few of the most rancid rainbow trout I’ve ever seen and a singular unfortunate brownie, my expectations are exceeded. In a rip snorting current I tuck into the first grayling I’ve had out of this river in some 5 or so years. In fact the first I know of any angler in the syndicate, perhaps a corner is turned… I wonder.
The grayling was to be my last, it almost put a full stop on the day… not even so much as a nibble from then on. To be honest my extremities had long since had enough, my fingers were frozen and there was ectoplasm dribbling from my nose… either that or my brains had melted.
It was a great day to be out on the water, the scenery was to die for… come to think of it I nearly did.
Enjoy the weekend whilst there is a white out. Next week will see us back to some sort of normality although I’m not quite sure what that is exactly.
‘Who cares as long as there’s always fishing’.