That Special Time Again

As a lad I can remember, that feeling of

going to bed knowing the day after we

could fish the rivers. I thought that I

would not sleep. It was like Christmas

for me the 16th . The thing is now I'm

older Christmas is more a time for my

kids, yes I still love it but that magic

feeling is not the same as in youth.

Not to worry though because the truth

is the night before the river opens to run

a float down every pool and glide fills me

with childhood dreams.
So it was off to the river, a glorious day

no rain for weeks and every word seemed

to point out that we stood little chance of

a fish. Well I have listened before and

to be honest I think although harder you

can have some great sport on the stick that

other methods don't bring.
I think roaming the river wading, watching

and of coarse the odd cast learns you so much.

When you mix in the fly fishing, pre coarse season,

the river gives up just a glimpse of her many secrets,

enough for you to understand the likely spots that bring

the occasional bending of the rod.

It was great to see Phil find a good spod of

fish. I had weighed a few places up while out

on the fly and this was one, I did not need to

tell him though, which shows how at home he

is on a river. This is a swim that many would

walk past and think "no chance" well he's one

up on those. I would say the mix of the long trot

and fly makes for a more complete river angler.

I do know it brings us more than enough to keep

us very happy.

It was Chub, Trout, Barbel and Trout

for most of the day the best an 8lb Barbel

to Phil I took one over 6 and some good

Chub the best over 5lb
I had walked off to fish with Mike who's

day was cut short by work commitments.

He had fished earlier and had a lot of trout

he moved to avoid them and at one point

became duck rescuer. While I was down

river Phil had his biggest fish but no trophy

shot. He soon put it rite though.

A great day and happy anglers.