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 […]
Category: River Seven, Yorkshire
To the lower stretch of the Seven on a day of broken cloud and a briskish breeze. The water looked pretty good, with the recent drop of rain adding a couple of inches in depth and a tinge of colour. I was optimistic as I started fishing at around 11.20 am with the 3wt and […]
To the upper beat of the Seven on Spaunton Moor to see if the recent rain has livened things up. I was also giving a first outing to my smart new Simms fishing shirt, a birthday gift from my daughters. What with its two buttoned chest pockets, front pleat and natty embroidered trout logo I […]
Well the relentless heat hasn’t exactly made things conducive to fishing, but I was getting stir-crazy so decided to head to the weir pool on the Seven to see if the thunderstorms last night had livened it up a bit. I reckoned my best chance of a fish was to use the French nymphing system […]
For the past year or so I’ve been seeing a lot about so-called French nymphing, a mysterious Tenkara-ish system where you use a long, light rod, long leader with no need for fly line, and a heavy nymph with a dropper. You don’t cast the fly in the conventional way – you can’t because you […]
Up to the Spaunton Moor beat of the Seven on a muggy late morning of broken cloud and intermittent sunshine. The last time I was here she spurned me with blank, so today I was going to have to lay on the charm to get her back on side. As I tackled up the Burns […]
Up to the topmost, wild stretch of the Seven on the North York Moors. The river looked as pretty as ever, although the weather wasn’t up to much: 14C, overcast and a bothersome brisk northerly breeze blowing directly into my face. As I tackled up on the bankside I spotted a few nice rises in […]
Up to the lower beat of the Seven on a hot, clear late May early afternoon. The bankside was in its full glory: who needs the Chelsea Flower Show when you’ve got this: As I tackled up with the Burns seven-and-a-half footer I could see fish rising sporadically and therefore, perfectly reasonably (ha!), thought I […]
Wasn’t expecting much fishing action for the next few days, what with the daughter and new grandson staying. But what’s this – they are off to see mother-in-law and all I have to do is walk the dogs then I get a free pass. Brill. So it’s up to Spaunton on the North York Moors […]
Well, my little run of doubling the tally on each outing came to a somewhat abrupt end on the lower part of the Seven today. To be fair the portents weren’t that great. Summer seems to have disappeared as quickly as it arrived; a nasty wind (albeit behind me for most part – thank you […]