To the upper reaches of the Seven at Spaunton Moor on a sunny but not blistering hot late-August morning. The heavens are predicted to open tomorrow so best make hay while the sun shines, as it were. I’m starting to think that for me there are essentially two ways to catch fish on this water […]
Category: River Seven, Yorkshire
Out in the boiling heat yesterday on the lower beat of the Seven. The river was little more than a trickle in some places; low, slow and clear: I didn’t think it was going to be easy and I was right. There were fish aplenty rising, but unsurprisingly picky. I worked my way through a […]
A pretty straightforward plan today. Head up to the topmost beat of the Seven at Spaunton Moor, wang on a couple of heavy nymphs on a French leader and hoik out 20 fish. Or maybe 30. Conditions were nigh on perfect. The water is still on the low side, but the overnight rain seemed to […]
Fly fishing for wild brown trout can be a funny old game and things rarely go exactly to plan. The water’s not right, the wind is in your face, the fish aren’t cooperating, your casting is all to pot, you lose your glasses, fall in the river, etc, etc. For such an apparently sedate pastime […]
To the fast water of the Seven up at Spaunton Moor. The day was cool-ish with little sun but also little wind and the river looked in very good nick: I had a brief internal debate about whether to go for the standard set-up of 7.5ft 3 weight and dry fly, or chance it with […]
To the lower beat of the Seven on a hot, bright day, with the water low and clear. Mayfly were coming off sporadically and the odd fish was rising. I knew it would be tough and I wasn’t wrong. I chopped and changed the fly, but reckon that the fish could see the leader easily […]
Up to the top beat of the Seven at Spaunton Moor under intermittent bright sun and in a gentle breeze. As ever I had high hopes and the river didn’t look at all bad – if a tad low and very clear. But it always raises the spirits: I bunged a small foam-headed emerger on […]
Well, that was weird. Six weeks of enforced house arrest does funny things to your head. It was not exactly difficult but nevertheless a minor effort to get my kit together and make my way up to the bottom stretch of the Seven. You get used to the confinement, with the days actually slipping by […]
Well, it was my last outing of the trout season today and I was hoping things might take a turn for the better. I decided to head to the weir pool stretch on the lower beat of the Seven. This has some nice fish in it and I wanted to hoik out one or two […]
To the lower beat of the Seven at Sinnington to bag a hatful on spiders. The weather was fine – sun breaking through the cloud, a rather sticky 19C and a nice tailwind. The river looked in good enough fettle, up a few inches after the rain and a useful drop of colour: I started […]