Tied a couple up to my own recipe on Thursday night, positively frothing with anticipation. The inked scrawl of my signature on the permit purchased via the lovely Hector was still as damp as the beermats on his bar, as I legged it across this seasons arrangement of shingle at the 'droont pool' - my traditional 'first cast' spot. I was chuffed to see a lot of MB's hatching amongst the LDO's, as were the trout - a varied diet can't be a bad thing. The wind was blowing a hoolie, but I had the four weight with me, so was confident I could deal with it. For the most part, my confidence was well founded - 3 lovely wee trout, all around 15 - 20 cm, and a 30 cm Grayling that looked like it had been assaulted with an orbital sander - either that or it had been digging for goodies in the gravel for a fortnight - all returned alive and well. The hatches dwindled to a trickle, the fish stopped rising, and with numb hands I figured it was time for a last cast before heading home. Whatta mistake-ah to make-ah.
Anyhoo, I thought I'd photograph the successful pattern
in situ, as it were.