Walked along the river Coln at Bibury on Saturday. Saw plenty of large trout, can't wait for the season to start.

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Why wait, hasn't it got grayling in it up that far?

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Did not see any grayling Mind you it does not mean that they are not there. I will try to find out more info on the place.

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Hearts and Minds. I'm not interested in winning their hearts and minds. Grab them by the *******s and their hearts and minds have no choice but to follow.

There are definitley grayling lower down, see the Bull at Fairford. If you need help locating them I am happy to assist .

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"The sun was so delightfully warm, and the stone, which had been sitting in it for a long time, was so warm, too, that Pooh had almost decided to go on being Pooh in the middle of the stream for the rest of the morning."

www.monnow.org

I've looked in the river at Bibury many times but have never seen a grayling. Maybe they aren't keen on hoardes of rainbows, ducks and tourists.

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“There is no more lovely country than Monmouthshire in early spring. Nowhere do the larks sing quite so passionately, as if somehow inspired by the Welsh themselves. There is a blackbird on every thorn and a cock chaffinch, a twink as they call him there, on every bush...... It moved me profoundly. I had been spared to see another spring, and I thank God for it.”

Oliver Kite
“A Spring Day on the Usk”
A Fisherman’s Diary

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Stood on the bridge for 15 mins last saturday. Saw plenty of trout but no grayling

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Hearts and Minds. I'm not interested in winning their hearts and minds. Grab them by the *******s and their hearts and minds have no choice but to follow.

This is a bit pedantic, so I apologise in advance. However, It's the river Coln (no e); not Colne. Their are River Colnes, so It's a bit confusing.

I was fishing the Bull water the weekend before tlast and had Grayling to a pound and a half, even though it was over its banks. It's a good water for Grayling and trout, but I must admit I've never fished the Bibury stretch as it looks a bit artificial.

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'If you're doing things the way you've always done them then you're probably doing them wrong'

There are grayling in the Bibury stretch. I've caught a few up to about 1lb. Unfortunatley the Swan (who control the fishing) only sell day tickets for the trout season. The Bull stretch holds grayling but can be a bit tricky to fish as it's quite overgrown in parts and no wading is allowed.

Andy

P.S. If you do fish at Bibury you are likely to be approached by the bailiff who is without a shadow of a doubt the rudest man you will ever have the misfortune of meeting. If challenged by him, demand to see his credentials (which he will probably have left back at his house a few hundred yards away), when he chugs off to go and get them walk as far in the opposite direction as possible. This is a more civilised approach to my initial urge to push him into the river...

When my kids were small a favourite day out was to go to Bibury and feed the fish. Great wheeze - charge people to come in to your fish farm - sell them trout food and then they do what you would have to do anyway!

I used to ignore the pools and go to the river where there were browns well into double figures that would come up and nobble the pellets. Mouth watering but I never really fancied fishing there as I hate fishing on public view. Now the Bull water is a different thing altogether.

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“There is no more lovely country than Monmouthshire in early spring. Nowhere do the larks sing quite so passionately, as if somehow inspired by the Welsh themselves. There is a blackbird on every thorn and a cock chaffinch, a twink as they call him there, on every bush...... It moved me profoundly. I had been spared to see another spring, and I thank God for it.”

Oliver Kite
“A Spring Day on the Usk”
A Fisherman’s Diary