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 with heavy nymphs.
I thought the water would be well up given the torrential rain we had here yesterday. It was reasonable I suppose, with a hint of colour, but not as high as I had hoped or expected. I started just beyond the cattle barrier on the other side of the bridge:
I used the 10ft 3wt Snowbee, no flyline just nylon, and these two tungsten-beaded flies:
I tossed them in here and there to no avail for the first ten minutes or so and eventually had a result. A small brown which annoyingly is slightly out of focus:
This was followed two or three casts later by another very similar:
These two little ones at least gave me confidence in the method and in the flies and I thought I might be in for a few more – perhaps even slightly bigger ones. Ha, that was too much to hope for. I fished for another hour or so, making my way the weir pool:
There are good fish lurking in here but they weren’t cooperating today and I caught no more. So that’s it for the 2019 trout season, one of the poorest I can recall. I must be doing something wrong. We’ll put it all right next year…