In England, this July has seen us experiencing heat wave conditions and frankly, dry fly fishing in the day has been almost a pain of a pleasure. You may know this song, which goes some way to illustrate the folly of trying to behave as if the sun is not beating down on our heads and the eyelidless heads of our quarry too!
What have these two fish got in common?
Yes they were caught at night. Face the west and you can see the fly until it is quite properly dark. Unfortunately the hour of proper darkness is getting earlier every night so do try to make the most of the wonderful fly life that appears on the surface of the river on summer nights.
Here's a favourite spot of mine and when the sinking sun tinges the sides of the trees and plants with copper, brass and gold, it is time to start fishing, NOT time to go home for tea!