Sandbagged!

Sandbagged!
Photograph by Steve Barnett

Monday, 22 July 2013

When?

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!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Regular Rod

2 comments:

  1. A friend of mine was telling me recently how he was stringing up his rod to the sound of nine bells from 'athersage choch. He had a blinding couple of hours and felt like he'd missed nowt of the day.

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  2. It's bad enough that I love the photography Rob, but now I'm so distracted by Ray Charles that I'll be singing all night...and day.

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