Yesterday I spent a couple of hours in warm sunshine on a tiny stream; today was like another season and I had a short session on the more industrial bit of my club's river water. A stiff easterly was blowing in my face and the sky was reflected like hammered lead.
Some new debris had been washed down and piled up by the last spate making the place look more dystopian than ever. Large articulated lorries thundered by on the way to the nearby industrial estates and more than one police siren screamed over them. The whole scene had 'grim up North' sprayed all over it!
Fortunately the aquatic life carries on without paying any heed to the bustle and noise. The fish were of a good stamp and in the mood for some GRHE action. Unusually I managed to land the first one I hooked!
The action was fast and furious in the broken water. Knit-one, Perl one, Hit one, Miss One, drop a stitch. One fish shot downstream past me and swung up out of the water as it ran out of slack, popping off at the horizontal like some fishy skateboarder.
Then a first on this river for me, a nice mid sized Grayling. Good news having somewhere close to home to trundle some Czech nymphs in the close season. Noeyedeer had his PB Grayling just downstream from here, I wondered when I was going to find one.
One fish stripped line as it headed for the bankside cover and I leant on it too hard and the hook knot failed. I don't think it was very big, but probably the best of the session. So it goes!
The Wife called, and gave me a time to be home so I wrapped up just after netting this handsome chap. A great afternoon in spite of the surroundings. As I got back into the car the heavens opened and I drove home with the wipers on full. It really is grim up North but I wouldn't swap it!
SharkeyP
Ugly river, pretty fish!
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