Why do I not listen...
Yesterday, whilst fishing, I lost a few fish and missed several takes. All the missed fish and takes came off the good old Hares Ear size 12 so I was reluctant to change.
A voice in the back of my head was telling me to try a smaller fly. Did I listen? No.
I was convinced I would catch, I just had to be patient.
So, between 0900 and 1430 I had not banked a thing and was a bit miffed and about to pack up and find a pub that was open.
Before I went, however, I tried a pheasant tail nymph on a 16.
Three fish banked within 30 minutes was the result.
An important lesson learned, I think.
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