Today was the day I've been looking forward to for months,
got up nice and early like a kid at christmas, put on my shiney
new boots and waders and toddled off down to the river, sun
shining and a skip in my step.
Within two hours I was freezing, I'd snapped the hindge off my
expensive suglasses, three times I'd tangled my flies so bad I had
to cut them off and start again. I had no idea how frustrating my
new hobby could be, I'd lost four flies in the trees. FOUR bloody
flies in 2 hours.
I sat on the bank looking into nothing, glancing at another two
flies dangling from the branch just out of reach wondering if this
really was going to work, I'd been looking forward to it for so long
and was ready to throw the towel in, pack my stuff up and drive home.
As if on cue, a fish took a fly about 6 foot from where I was standing
and gave me a bit of incentive to carry on, I rigged up another dry and
a small nymph on a dropper, and within 10 minutes :
Not the best picture in the world but it was a phone camera and to
be honest I was shaking like a little girl.
I have no idea what weight it was and I don't really care , it was a superb
fish and I am so happy I caught it.
Can't wait to get back out there but hopefully next time it will be warmer