|Charles Cotton's Black Fly|
Around midday, this Friday, after a three or so hours with remnants of the, very late this year, Hawthorn(e) Flies, the trout turned their attention to the many Yellow Sally flies, which were doing their very best imitations of Chinook helicopters to get away from the danger zone on the surface of the river and find shelter in the bushes, trees and clothing of your faithful blogger.
Two and half hours after this remove, the Drake put in a welcome appearance and within a few minutes the river was dotted with vigorous rises to the same. Removing the hat to pin my Double Badger that had sufficed during the Yellow Sally event, it was made clear by the passenger discovered there that the fake about to be deployed was a long way short of being a replica of the real thing.
|Male Drake Dun|
|Hair Winged Mayfly (HWM)|
Nevertheless the fish didn't seem to be able to tell the difference and that is a good thing because were things otherwise we would never catch a thing!