A belter of a spring morning and it’s up to Pickering Beck to see if the troot have woken up yet. This was my second foray – I was up on opening day on 25th March but the blighters were not interested. Today would be different, surely? My confidence has taken a bit of a […]
Category: Pickering Beck
When I set off from home this morning it was freezing fog, a real Vale of York pea-souper with the thermometer down to -6C. But as I climbed up towards pickering the air began to clear and by the time I reached the Seven it was a glorious, crisp sunny day, with the temperature up […]
Back up to Pickering Beck with the French leader. I find the method hard work and frustrating, but it’s starting to become disturbingly addictive. If I was more adventurous I’d have a go at the Seven, but as far as the grayling are concerned that river has been a dead loss so far this winter. […]
Up to Pickering Beck once again to have yet another go at getting to grips with this French nymphing business. The conditions were pretty much spot on: no wind and the water up an inch or two from last time and with the merest hint of colour. It was pretty cold though, 3C according to […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
England’s weather resembling that more akin to the south of Spain in high summer has its merits but it doesn’t do the angler many favours. So in that regard it was on the face of it good news that the sun had decided to bury its head for a while, even if the drop in […]
Up to Pickering Beck for a quick session. The main object of the exercise was to try, for the first time, a furled leader. I’ve read a lot about these and some class anglers swear by them, so thought I’d better give it a go. I was a little apprehensive on two counts. First whether […]
Up to the Duchy beat of Pickering Beck, first to do the invertebrate sampling then for a quick go with the rod. The British weather eh? We’re well into June and still the temperature lurks sullenly at 14C, there’s a fine drizzle coming down and steam on the breath. Also, for the first time I […]