Up to the Seven at Spaunton Moor with a spring in my step and a feeling in my bones that today was going to be a good ‘un. A bit chilly, with rain forecast but the river was looking fab:
I put three spiders on the Burns 7.5 footer and started gently lashing the water. No fish were showing and nothing came to the flies. I flogged away for a good hour and a half before conceding defeat with the spiders and switching to a pair of weighted nymphs on a short tippet:
Within ten or fifteen minutes I had my first take of the day in a deepish little run. A nicely spotted little wild moorland trout:
The river continued to look beautiful:
But the fish were proving elusive. Cut a long story short I managed another four, all tiny like these two:
And that was the sum total for three-and-a-half hours’ effort – five tiddlers. Nature was producing some nice little features though:
And it looked like Henry Moore had been here:
So, as is too often the case, my initial optimism had been somewhat misplaced. But it would be churlish to complain.