This morning’s flat calm coupled with crystal clear water forced the need for long casts, crouching down and much patience… Fish were moving about just under the surface, glimpses of fins and tails teasing and hypnotising me at the same time.
I love when trout don’t cooperate… Their knack of coaxing the best out of us by being stubborn is a headache for many. I prefer to work a little for each one – the reward of a hard earned catch is so much sweeter when they refuse to play.
All morning I honed my double hauls, shooting shiny golden bead-heads as far as they could go, retrieving each cast as though it was my last. Not one bite! I switched gears, losing the bead to facilitate softer landings, choosing a different profile in the hope of enticing a take. Close observation confirmed the absence of most insects… A lone dragonfly marking out straight lines like an ancient bi-plane and nothing else.
Eventually – time to wise up and scale down… Damselfly nymphs are almost impossible to spot from the bank, yet I know they predominate over winter… This time an auburn variant, paying homage to fall and matching camouflage perfectly:
This is actually a tiny fly… Intricately woven, ideal for soft landings on a calm surface… (photo – metiefly)
When the rain swept in at lunchtime, I quickly snapped pictures of some mushrooms before they disintegrate, then sought partial refuge under the trees… There is still enough leaf canopy to protect against a downpour and earlier, I had spotted a few feisty shapes in this impossible spot:
It pays to scout ahead … when the rain commenced, I came back to work out how to present my fly to this almost impossible spot. See the trout tease with it’s tail – slightly right of the coot and a couple of feet this side of the leaves touching the water (photo – metiefly)
Since voicing my desire to find the perfect cast, I have no option other than to coax my fly where few others have ever been before. Â Sideways loops creeping further and further, a couple more inches at a time. My auburn fly drops softly onto the water, it’s entry disguised by the myriad of raindrops. A sharp tug, then slack. The heavy surge of water pushes outward, signalling the stout nature of my near miss… I gasp, retrieve and rest the spot for a little while. More movement nearby, then silence again whilst the raindrops gather on the leaves and trickle boldly onto the rippled surface… Soft loops reach out tentatively, back into the perfect lie… Three twitches, a pause – Slam! Oncorhyncus mykiss at it’s very best. Low hanging branches neatly navigated, two powerful runs and an airwalk before final passes for the camera. A swift landing and last rites.
When I have to, I am always very sad to dispatch these exquisite fish – I pause long, for respect. A moment of mindfulness, savouring the ancient wisdom of Native Americans “what you need, never more…” As I write, l have already baked this one, my first trout of the cold season and I will treasure today’s adventure for the rest of my days.
perfect specimen, pristine water… This season promises to be as good as it gets! (photo – metiefly)
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when outdoors one does not have to look far to find beauty. Take special care not to pick poisonous mushrooms – only eat them if they are picked by someone with proven experience! (photo – metiefly)