Having reached the bottom end it was a case of "Observing", "Being Stealthy" and then "Fishing Where the Fish Are". The policy worked well, of course it always does and some fine sport was had as soon as the Hair Wing Mayfly had been removed and a fake of the small olives that were being eaten was carefully tied on.
A sunny day, with olives on the fishes' menu, inspires your blogger to choose the Kite's Imperial (Variant) over the equally excellent Grey Duster (preferred on dull days) and it was certainly sunny enough today.
The fish rose steadily and it was a small matter to catch one from each pool on the way back up to the little footbridge and back to the main river
One particular run was too difficult for a mere Regular Rod as the clawing fingers of overhanging alder just would not allow the line and fly to get under. Fair enough! Someone, with more ability, will reach those fish one day and merit will be rewarded. That is how it should be on a river. Many are called but few are chosen...
After Ogden Island it was a matter of walking in as straight a line as possible down past Elliott Holme Wood to enjoy that lovely tangle shewn in a previous post.
On the way there, a couple of anglers were hard at it! Standing over the fish and casting repeatedly is not a good plan on this river... One chap came over to exchange pleasantries. He had fished this water for fifty years and averred that it seemed harder these days, but it was probably old age that had something to do with it. My reply was that it certainly gets harder to creep and crawl as each year passes. The hint was there but probably missed. Frankly, I cannot catch any fish at all if they are aware of my presence. Those three basic principles are the only way to earn satisfaction and success.
So please, do hide yourself, observe what the fish are feeding on, and fish where the fish are! You will never regret it...
It will soon be time for festivities with the Drake. Plenty around today but only one was observed being eaten!