One of the great things about fly fishing is the friends I have been lucky enough to make. There is nothing nicer than getting a call from a pal telling you the fishing is hot on their river or lake and would I like to join them to have a go? It is, of course, reciprocal and I get as much pleasure calling friends and saying they have to drop everything as the river is on fire.
We were lucky enough to venture up to Yorkshire this weekend to see some good friends and to take a look around and see the river they fish.
I know I have said it before but it still amazes me how small our country actually is. We set off at around 9am and were sitting in a cafe in York at 2ish having also made a stop for a cup of tea elsewhere.
On Saturday morning we got up and I mentioned to Emma that it looked a little foggy. After blinking a few times and taking a closer look ( I am a bit slow first thing) it turned out to be snow. We sort of knew it was coming and there was a nice scattering on the grass, but thankfully it wasn’t really cold enough to settle on the roads.
We’d come a long way and I really wanted to see the river I’d heard so much about and, as the roads were clear, we headed off.
It turned out it was everything I had hoped it would be and so much more. A beautiful setting, with water to match.We weren’t on a fishing day, I just wanted to see a place I had heard so much about. That having been said, I did have a cast of my new Access rod for 20 mins or so just to see and it worked perfectly.
I am pretty sure we’ll be back during the trout season, but in the meantime when we get the report of how well that river is fishing it will be nice to know that I’ll have a really good idea of exactly the spot being described. You know, the sort of thing about the riffle just below the path…
I had a great picture taken of me fishing in the snow, but just can’t seem to get it to load right now…enjoy Charlies painting of a trout instead!