Sandbagged!

Sandbagged!
Photograph by Steve Barnett

Friday 13 September 2013

Guess!


Guess where I was taken fishing today!


Not a boast, please be assured, but today was very special and even in the rain it was a delightful chance to celebrate our Noble Sport in the very cradle of fly fishing.  "Thou shalt not covet thy neighbour's goods!" Well that commandment was broken today and hopefully the Recording Angel is perhaps a retired fisher who may understand and not mark my Soul down too harshly.


If you are coming to England at all and you love fly fishing...  Well let's simply say "You owe it to yourself!"  Email me if you would like to fish (and take luncheon) in the footsteps of Izaak Walton and Charles Cotton.  I will let you have all the necessary contact details.  Every fly angler should fish this special place of pilgrimage at least once in their lives and catch the direct descendants of Izaak's and Charles' trout and grayling.



Regular Rod

10 comments:

  1. Absolutely one of the prettiest places I have ever seen. It would awe inspiring to be able to visit. Thanks Rod.

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  2. I have seen that grayling and the photograph does not do it justice at all. It is a large fish and has a station to befit its stature.

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    1. It was moving away from its big rock that would have given it some scale and I had to grab the shot. I apologise for the poor quality.

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  3. You are indeed a fortunate man.

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  4. Well, I was on the next beat down (DCAS)while you were upstream. It is a magical place and the scenery in Berrisford and Wolfscote dales is to die for. River pretty low but managed to tease a couple of brownies and a nice grayling. Hope you had a good day, pity we didn't meet. Interestingly, as we walked back to the car there was lots of Butterbur (I think that's what it is called) floating down by the bridge at the bottom of Berrisford lane. If it was not cut deliberately then I can only put it down to a group of unruly schoolchildren (10 year olds) who were throwing rocks into the river. Their teachers seemed to have no control!

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    1. Yes I deduced the butterbur was probably from children discarding their temporary umbrellas by chucking them in the river! It's all part of life's rich tapestry, they will probably grow up to be water company executives and will continue to think nothing of discarding unwanted things into rivers...

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  5. I just hope some of the children I have taught do become water company executives. Then they have a lucrative job and I can rest in peace knowing everything will be fine. PS Moving house so no photos but darkroom mothballed!

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  6. It is also interesting that I fish only a few hundred yards from the temple but have never seen it!

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  7. Hi Rod
    Just found your blog and I am really into dry fly fishing when the conditions warranted it, but lately with the area I fish the hatch has been non existent. I have been reading through some of the trout post relating to the dry fly and found some interesting reads. I am joining up with your blog because I feel I can pick up some great info. on dry fly fishing. Thanks for sharing

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