Saturday, 20 August 2011
Frolics in the Froth
Double Badger that would show up well, sat down beside the foam, let a yard of tippet dangle from the tip ring and plonked the Double Badger as near as I could to the rises. He took it almost immediately and then promptly pulled all the leader and a few yards of fly line out through the guides as he shot up river and then back down again. After a little while he came to the net and the hook fell out as the net took his weight. I had no cover to hide behind. All I did was sit there. The foam hid me well enough. Amazing what you can get away with sometimes!