not many rewards for our efforts.with me was my
brother mick. we started by heading up to longnor
to check out the river manifold not much water in that
river so went downstream to brund same again then
off to ecton by the mill at westside we watched the water
which was very clear with no signs of fish.
In the motors again off to mayfield on the dove picture
below.
It was really hard going with not many trout showing
only the odd grayling.managed to catch a grayling near
the weir on a danger baby.Had a nice brew then ran up
and down the river like the whirling dervish trying to
suss it out to no avail .We decided to pack in and head off
to willersly castle to try and change our luck.
we fished hard with no takes and nothing hardly moving
had another brew met another fff member "garth" who
was also having a mare.we split up and mick went
upstream leaving me at base camp(cunning plan)
fished for ages with no action then put on a f-fly cast down
my side of the bank only for a trout to come from nowhere
and grab my fly only to spit it out laughing at my strike.
cast at him a few more times and after several swoops
he took it (out of pity me thinks)picture below
Cunning plan about to be set in motion.looked upstream
with no signs of mick i thought i would make my
bid for freedom i hurried down to the bridge only to be
tempted back in again after seeing something rise.
after several casts i came back to my senses and swiftly
packed everything up in the car.
i popped in to the local shop near home for cider and pizzas
only for my phone to ring .
mick"where are you"
me "nearly home"
mick"i reckon you hiding somewhere"
me"no i'am not "LOL
Finally arrived home to watch the match gemany v poland
and the spanish moto gp on sky plus.
nice day but the fishing was S**T.
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