Fortunately the Kite's Imperial, chosen simply because the day was so bright and sunny, had been tied on AND... anointed! This proved to be of vital import when, after a couple of miles wandering down river to sit by the tail pool of Ogden Island on Derbyshire's River Wye, the bag was reached for and found to not be over the shoulder where it usually is. Calamity! I've never fished one of those "One Fly Only All Day" competitions and I don't believe I'd do very well in one if I did. Ooh! Careful now, the floatant is at home, as are the scissors, leader material, fly boxes and other apparatus. Lose the fly and, although there are many in your hat band, they are not ready to repel water! Now dashing off like that must go to show that the youthful enthusiasm for our "Great Sport" is still there... Or does it only show that advancing years have rendered this angler.... forgetful?
|Henry! Don't sit on the landing net! We will need it soon!|
|See! I told you we would be needing that net!|
A bonus was watching a Big Momma Grayling on her redd. The snaps aren't very good. Laziness led to the 'phone being the only camera to hand.
The mother river this year is in amazing condition. Clear, higher than usual, teeming with life and ready to give her presents to those ready to receive them.
Maybe a copy of the check list needs printing off again and pinning to the garden door to be read just before stepping out onto the riverside footpath?
Best wishes to you all.