Photograph by Steve Barnett

Wednesday, 22 August 2012

Swift flow the sands of time except in the hour of pain...

Last night it went cold and dark by 9 o'clock.  Sport was good but when the fly has finally become invisible, the dry fly angler has to return home, usually leaving a river populated by hordes of rising fish.

Henry and Regular Rod on our way home...
There are only 46 days left of the trout season in this part of the world.  The grayling will become more and more our regular quarry and evening rises will be but a memory for six long months.  We will just have to bear the pain of waiting.  So make the most of your chances now.

Regular Rod