Pickering Beck

A modest welcome to the New Year

Up to Pickering Beck with the French leader outfit. Pretty nippy at 3C but no real breeze to speak of. The water was low and surprisingly clear. On with the hot pink copper-headed nymph to the point and, as per suggestions passim, a dropper fly – a size 16 gold headed hare’s ear. A couple […]

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Pickering Beck

Ok, it’s not big but it is a grayling

A rare opportunity to get out of the house and up to a fly river. Bliss. Having had a couple of blank sessions on the Seven in the past few weeks I decided to give the Pickering Beck a whirl. I’m getting a bit disillusioned with this French nymphing mallarkey – well, my version of […]

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Lower Derwent fishing

Rain at last. So where are the fish?

It’s been hopeless for the past couple of weeks. I’ve had a couple of sessions¬† on the Seven with the French leader and have touched not a single fish. I suspect this is largely down to the fact that I don’t really know what I am doing.¬† I had some moderate success with the method […]

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Sea fishing

Whiting galore in sunny Aldeburgh

Off for a week to the posh and pretty seaside town of Aldeburgh on the Suffolk coast: For reasons too complicated to explain here there wasn’t enough room in the car for my sea fishing kit, but fortunately the tackle shop down the road in Saxmundham had gear for hire, so I grabbed a rod […]

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River Seven, Yorkshire

Season’s finale produces…a trout!

Today was to be the last session of my trout season, with domestic commitments ruling out the remaining days of September. One is tempted to say good riddance, but that would perhaps be churlish. But it has been a dismal latter half of the season – and I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one […]

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Pickering Beck

Too low, too slow, too clear

If a poor workman blames his tools then I suppose the incompetent angler blames the conditions. I had a swift session on the Duchy beat of the Pickering beck yesterday but it was hopeless. The water was still very low, flowing slowly and as clear as I’ve seen it. It looked pretty enough: But hardly […]

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Buon giorno signora Trota!*

[*Good morning Mr Trout! At least that’s what it’s supposed to say. If not, blame Google Translate] To the Tuscany-Umbria border for a week of sunshine (er, and thunderstorms) where we were to meet our great friends Geoff and Liz from Oz. I’ve not been to this part of the Italian countryside before and it […]

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