28 Feb 2019 A farewell to the Ladies

The Grayling season after the high of December has been tough going and I have not got to do as much as I had hoped. Still can’t be to remorseful the Trout season will be kicking in soon enough. There has been plenty of speculation why the Grayling fishing has dropped off this year. Predation seems to be high on the list and several petitions have greeted me on social media feeds in regard to addressing this growing problem. The weather has been nothing short of bizarre, me and my nipper were out with the dog the other afternoon she was in shorts and a t-shirt in February I mean WTF.  

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I have done a power of fly tying over the winter and been steadily working away at bits and bobs for reviews that will be published in due course. As for fishing though it’s been pretty slim the odd hour or two after work is the best I have managed. One such session was yesterday and although I did not have long I managed to meet up with Ian Pinder for a catch up and a few casts. Our previous planned trip was a write off due to high and coloured water, so it would be good to catch a few fish. As I was waiting on Ian I had a couple of speculative casts with a new French leader rig but more on that in a forthcoming review. The second cast, the slight sag I had in the indicator section straitened up and with a quick flick of my wrist I had hooked a fish. It felt good and it was going mental up and down the river. I initially thought it was a trout but was over the moon when a decent Grayling slipped into the net. Another smaller fish joined it the very next cast, here we go!

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 If only, it dried up as quickly as it had started. Ian arrived, and we spent five minutes catching up and strolling downstream to one of his favourite sections. The large weir pool is usually a banker but after ten minutes neither of us had any interest. Ian had pushed a little downstream and I jumped into his boot prints. It looked ideal surely there must be a wee Grayling willing to play here. Sure enough a good fish snatched my nymph and the comedy began! You generally always know when you have a good fish on it just feels different from the 25-35cm fish that are bread and butter for the Avon. I got a glimpse of it and knew if it got below me I was going to be in trouble, I shouted to Ian that I had a good fish and then the big Grayling woke up and bolted down stream. I was after it as quick as I was able, and everything seemed to be holding. The dilemma was to let it run or grow a set and try and bring it in upstream. I made the latter choice and was unsurprised but a little disappointed when the fish peeled off the hook.

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Oh well, onwards and upwards as they say. I went back to the spot and managed another few fish, nothing of any real size but nice to have the line yanked. We both started to get some consistent sport which was good considering the water clarity was pretty poor and the river was probably carrying about a foot of water. We had a walk along the bank where Sawyers bench sits and a quick snap of the bench which is compulsory when walking past was taken. We both had a couple of trout that had failed to check their calendars they looked in fine form and I look forward to seeing them again real soon!

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A short session but most enjoyable with fast flowing banter from Ian and plenty Grayling on the card. That’s my last session for a while so back to the vice and get ready for the Trout season.