A Yorkshire Beck 20 Dec 2015

With all the rain in the North of late I was more than a little in two minds whether to take any fishing kit with me to my mothers. After getting in touch with Clark Coleman he was also not sure any dangling would be viable. He recommended one of the local becks which may be dropping and clearing. With the two kids and all the Christmas stuff space was at a premium in the car so I only took the bare minimum of kit. As it was the weather was kind and Clark very kindly hosted Ronnie Christie and I on the Cod Beck a tributary of the mighty Swale.

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The morning was super mild for the time of year and there were even bits of blue sky in evidence. Later in the day the sun would also put in an appearance which warmed the skin. Clark elected to guide Ronnie for the day and only set up the one rod, very selfless. We wandered downstream a little ways to where Clark was going to set Ronnie off. He had set Ronnie up with an indicator and a 3mm tungsten nymph of a very drab but effective design. I myself had only brought the little rod 8' 6" and was set up with a fairly light duo initially. The river was pushing through a bit and I had a hankering for a longer rod and my double nymph rig. I moved further down looking for water that would suit my tactics. I did not have to walk far as only 50m further down there was a slow meandering S bend where the flow was just right. The depth of water was almost perfect and was clearing up. So I was a little put out when I did not manage as much as a take! Perhaps the nymph which was only a size 18 was not getting down fast enough. A change to a little heavier fly brought instant joy but the fight told me that this was no lady. I brought the little Brown trout to hand, it was a fantastic example and the colours were superb. A couple of casts later and at last I connected with the target species. As it was this was to be my best Grayling of the day. As I moved up the run several more fish came unusually for this time of year they were not shoaled up and I had to move five or six feet for each fish. After six or seven I decided to wander back up to see how Ronnie and Clark were getting on. They had moved on from their start point though so I wandered up a bit further looking for them as I went I got to a great looking bit of water and could not resist a chuck. Two or three more grayling came but time was wearing on and I was keen to see how the boys were fairing.

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A little further upstream Ronnie was fishing away with Clark on his shoulder, the Easingwold Massive were hard on it! They had picked up a few fish and Ronnie past the rod to Clark so he could have a go. We watched Clark for a while before it was time to move on and have another go myself. I came to a footbridge which was decorated with some large tree branches evidence of how high the water had been in the previous days. As it was I could comfortably wade under the bridge now. It surely must have been a sight when in full spate. I could hear the loud noise of a weir pool in the not too far distance and skirted past what was perfectly good water to get to the sweet spot. It looked fantastic with several good runs coming from it. In fairly heavy water I had to change from the light Duo rig to a full on sight bob and a heavy 4mm bug to get the fly down quickly. This worked a treat and several fish came quickly to the net. The Grayling were not big 25cm – 30 cm but they were numerous. Clark and Ronnie joined me a short while later and we both carried on fishing for ten or so minutes. Clark was keen to show us a little more of the river and we were back downstream to see what else the Beck had to offer. Lots of good runs were evident and Clark dropped me into a promising looking stretch. It only produced a couple of fish which was surprising as it looked good for a few more. I had lost sight of the guys and pushed further down to fish another footbridge. This area was a little more open and when on the high bank it cut through the jackets sending a shiver up the back. A couple of more small fish came but before we called it a day Clark wanted to have one more go at what looked like a sweet run. Ronnie and I stood on the bank watching and having a laugh mostly at my expense and the imminent evening at my mums! After we called it a day the cars were parked in a pub car park so a spot of late lunch and a pint. It was

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Clark and Ronnie joined me a short while later and we both carried on fishing for ten or so minutes. Clark was keen to show us a little more of the river and we were back downstream to see what else the Beck had to offer. Lots of good runs were evident and Clark dropped me into a promising looking stretch. It only produced a couple of fish which was surprising as it looked good for a few more. I had lost sight of the guys and pushed further down to fish another footbridge. This area was a little more open and when on the high bank it cut through the jackets sending a shiver up the back. A couple of more small fish came but before we called it a day Clark wanted to have one more go at what looked like a sweet run. Ronnie and I stood on the bank watching and having a laugh mostly at my expense and the imminent evening at my mums! After we called it a day the cars were parked in a pub car park so a spot of late lunch and a pint. It was Clark and Ronnie joined me a short while later and we both carried on fishing for ten or so minutes. Clark was keen to show us a little more of the river and we were back downstream to see what else the Beck had to offer. Lots of good runs were evident and Clark dropped me into a promising looking stretch. It only produced a couple of fish which was surprising as it looked good for a few more. I had lost sight of the guys and pushed further down to fish another footbridge. This area was a little more open and when on the high bank it cut through the jackets sending a shiver up the back. A couple of more small fish came but before we called it a day Clark wanted to have one more go at what looked like a sweet run. Ronnie and I stood on the bank watching and having a laugh mostly at my expense and the imminent evening at my mums! After we called it a day the cars were parked in a pub car park so a spot of late lunch and a pint. It was perfect way to finish off a short session, many thanks to Clark for sponsoring Ronnie and I on what was a very pleasant river.