Managed to get up the Seven for a shot at the grayling only once over the past couple of weeks. Despite the deluge of rain last sunday the water was only up by two or three inches. I gave the French leader a go as best I could but it was hopeless, nothing doing at […]
Category: Lower Derwent fishing
Have had a couple of short evening sessions down the river at the bottom of the field with a maggot. The few fish came from three or four feet from the bank. The first fish of the year bent my rod double and took ten minutes to bring in. Not: A couple of little chub […]
The fishing has been pretty hopeless in the past few weeks. The water is up everywhere and the temperatures down. I’d been to the river at the bottom of the field twice in the last few days, legering maggots to no avail. The rain had stayed away for a while and the levels had dropped […]
Think that maggot fishing down the bottom of the field is somewhat knocked on the head for a bit. Here is the swim I normally fish, with the chub-holding tree circled: Here’s what it looked like this morning, same tree circled: The path down to the river bank has become something of a canal: So […]
Up to Pickering Beck for a periodic sampling of the invertebrates as part of the national Riverfly monitoring initiative. The three-minute kick sample produced a lively bag, with good numbers of freshwater shrimp, heptas and cased caddis. In all there were around 300 bugs of the six species that we monitor, including a brute of […]
I’m off down south for a few days and I knew I still had some maggots in the fridge that were getting on a bit so decided a quick session down at the river would be in order. I’d walked the dogs earlier and noted that the level was well down after the recent rain […]
A balmy autumn afternoon, not much breeze, perfect for a quick session on the Lower Derwent down the bottom of the field. The water looked in top nick – not too much colour and not too deep; in fact pretty close to summer levels. I hadn’t been down for a while so spent the first […]
My fishing week did not get off to an auspicious start. On Monday I headed off on the 50 minute trip to have a go at the Seven just west of Pickering in North Yorkshire. Ten minutes from my destination I suddenly realised I forgotten to put my flipping waders in the car. Cue Homer […]
The sun shone and the wind dropped for the final day of the coarse season so I popped down to the river. Water was still high after all the recent rain but crucially was falling. I had fished it a couple of times over the past week or so but it was higher and the […]
River well up but receding. Had a couple of sessions more in hope than expectation. Surprised to get a little knock first time and half decent bite on the second outing. But didn’t connect. C’est la vie. Roll on spring and the trout season.