Nothing went particularly wrong today but i was in a foul mood.At half passed seven tonight she said "Why dont you go fishing?"
"But its blowing a gale, pouring down and its nearly dark."
"Thats never stopped you before."
So like **** off a shovel i was out the house thrashing the car down to the river. 30 minis later with the river about to bust its banks i sighed as the first step confirmed my fears, it was not water but chocolate i was wading into. After one cast i had to ditch the 4 weight and go back up to the car to set up the 6 and put my life jacket on. My hand hovered over the stocky box with its woolly buggers but i thought to myself that that would be cheating. They stayed were they belong.
The wind was hellish, so i stopped for a ciggie and to take stock. Then like little yellow sail boats they started drifting past, a hatch in the rain and wind? They just kept coming and coming but nothing moved for them. The water i was in was too fast so i moved up to a stretch i dont fish as its a bit like a canal, flat and slow but under some trees i was convinced i saw a couple of slashes. Right enough there were fish feeding on the Duns.
Five fly changes , two leader set ups and someone from above smiling down at me resulted in five lost fish and this wild beauty of 1lbs.
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Dont you just love fly fishing?