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 for a few hours on the Seven. The weather was not bad, touching 13C with a bit of sun and not too much breeze. The water looked almost unbearably wonderful:
Olives were coming off but no fish were rising when I got into the river at just before noon. First up I put on a couple of spiders, orange partridge and purple snipe. I really want to get confident with spiders but consistent success has eluded me. Same old, same old. After forty-five minutes without a touch I switched to a small hare’s ear with a 2mm tungsten bead. Another half hour in water like this, but still no dice:
So it was on with the 3mm tungsten hare’s ear, and lo and behold within four or five casts into a deepish pool there was a nice little fish on the end:
Came to a slower stretch where fish were rising, so I swapped the nymph for a small parachute emerger. Second cast and I was in:
Well, I was happy with that but despite covering several more rises nothing came to the fly. Two fish in two hours – it was hard going in tricky water:
I slipped on a slimy rock and genuflected clumsily; I don’t particulary mind a ducking but am terrified of writing off my non-waterproof camera.
Some more rises in the slower water:
but the fish were being canny. Back on with the lumpy nymph and shortly had fish number three on – I actually saw the take on this:
Covered more nice water like this:
Switched back to the emerger when I saw some surface activity in another languid pool. I had six or seven rises to the fly but nothing would stick until finally one did:
And that was it for the day. Three hours’ pretty intense fishing had produced four fish. Either the river hasn’t woken up yet or I’m even less competent than I thought I was. Actually I’m pretty sure it’s the latter. This river is stuffed full of little wild brown trout and a good angler would have had a hatful today. It’s clear to me that a heavy nymph can produce the goods, but I need to get to grips with how to fish it effectively. I find myself looking up French nymphing and 10ft 3wt rods, but I’m not sure how I would cope in the tight, overgown waters that I fish up here. Will have to ponder that one a bit more.