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A river somewhere

Toby and I had been told about a stream that took some finding, involved a hike to get to but would be worth it if we got there.

We managed to find it and forged a path through overgrown scrub that included wading tearing brambles to where we eventually decided to get in and fish. I say eventually as we managed to fight our way through, take a look at what looked like a sweet pool only to look downstream and see what looked like an even sweeter water so we’d walk some more.

The other thing we noticed was the bow waves from the spooked fish that sensed we were about. The water was low, really low. I was starting to think my 2wt line was going to be too heavy.

At last we settled on a spot we both agreed would be good to fish from.

Toby was first up and expertly landed his fly where I would have chosen too. The fish bolted spooked by the fly alighting on the surface of the water.

We saw rising fish in the slower stretches of slighly deeper water but again they would spook at the fly landing on the water. We’d scaled everything down as much as we could but found fishing heads, seams and the water just below the heads of pools the most productive.

We were hidden under a dense canopy of trees that meant I fished without my sunnies. It was probably the longest I have done so but there was just no other way of seeing my flies on the water. Even tying on flies was difficult not just for me but for Toby’s younger eyes too.

Flies were changed when a settled fish refused them but we spent most of the time fishing small midge and caddis patterns and when we hooked fish we did our best to keep them out of the pools to try and avoid putting any other fish down.

We walked and fished a long distance and found the smaller pools and pots gave us a better chance of not spooking fish and when the heat rose some more and the sun hit the water we headed home.

It doesn’t matter what the name of the stream is or where it is. I wouldn’t tell anyway. It was just one of the magical fishing days.

Issue 19 of Eat, Sleep, Fish is now out so we hope you enjoy the read!

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2 Responses to “A river somewhere”

  1. Peter Anderson Says:

    Nice one Peter!

  2. petesblog Says:

    Thanks Peter, was a great time. See you soon!