I Caught My First Fish Today...
For once, I put work on hold, and everything else for that matter, and devoted the entire weekend to fishing. It began on Saturday morning with a casting lesson at Curley's, Horwich. Not as easy as I thought it would be, I certainly didn't take to it like a duck to water, but great fun none the less.
I spent the rest of the day tying some flies, mainly buzzers, but did I tie one beaded GRHE, with Dark Olive dubbing, so it may not count as a true GHRE!
Sunday, and I'm off to Westlow Mere in Congleton. Received a very friendly welcome from a couple of chaps who were outside the club house, after kitting up, one of them even took the time to check I had everything set up OK and then, spent another ten minutes or so with some very welcome casting advice.
A few minutes later and I was off, I thrashed the surface senseless for a while, caught a couple of bushes which proved my backward cast was better than my forward cast, at least for distance anyway.
I didn't catch, I don't think I even came close, but there was a little improvement in my casting abilities, the right arm was aching that I do know. On the plus side, I'd spent a damn fine afternoon in very nice surroundings, and met bunch of guys who are all too willing to help.
Now it would have been complete madness not to go fishing again the following day, so Monday afternoon I find myself at Walkerwood in Stalybridge. I meet the owner, Pete, another top bloke who spends well over an hour with me giving lots of advice and help, from casting to where and how would be best for me to fish.
An hour later I'm in, my first Trout, about a 1.5lb caught on a Damsel Nymph, and I'm a very happy bunny. I moved to another spot, lost the Nymph on the second cast, caught up on the bottom. I then put on the Beaded GRHE I had tied a couple of days earlier, second may be third cast, and "bang" another one, about the same size as the first, but three times it jumped before it was safely in the net. All went quite for a while, I could feel something having a little nibble every now and then, but no takes. So again I moved, half a dozen or so casts, and something really hit and quite hard too. The rod bent right over and I had to give several feet of line out. This one didn't jump, it stayed down and showed no intention of coming up. Must have been pushing five, six minutes before I got a glimpse of it, and nearly ten before It was landed, and it was no bigger than the other two.
I spent the next twenty to thirty minutes or so trying for a fourth before I realised I didn't have a fly on the end of my line, no idea how or when it came off, but I didn't care. I'd had a fantastic weekend, met some very nice folk, and caught three fish. Just another four days before I'm out again!
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