How nice has the weather been the last few days? It is stark contrast to the way the season started last year and it has been nice to be out on the water in just a t shirt and light fleece. From a fishing perspective it hasn’t been too bad at all. I feel like I have been suckered in to all this sunshine and my body feels a little like it should be summer already but I think this is wishful thinking. The hatches on the river have been kind of interesting so far in that they have been happening in two spells during the day (well, on the Taw system). I think it has been a case that the cold, clear nights have made the mornings a slow start affair on the rivers and the early riser bugs have shown a brief appearance later lunchtime and then as the sun has stayed out the has been a small second wave around 4 to 4.30pm.
It was like this yesterday. I was with Simon who wanted to do some fly casting tuition in the morning and then wanted to learn a bit about fly fishing rivers in the afternoon. After a sandwich and a pint ( a diet coke in my case!) we headed down to the Taw. We were fishing the home beat that is pretty well sheltered and hadn’t had a great deal of sun on it. We saw some odd large dark olives coming off but it just didn’t feel right. Simon got to grips with the river pretty quickly but the holes I thought might throw out a fish didn’t. It is times like this that you think that it might be worth a quick change of venue so we hopped in the truck. Part of my motivation was that I would hate to flog a piece of water for the sake of it when it is apprent there isn’t a great deal going on and having other options up the sleeve makes the decision process a whole lot easier. I don’t know if you ever get the feeling but it just didn’t feel “right”
Anyway, we jumped in the truck and hit the Bray which has a lot more exposure to the sun than the beat we had been fishing. The levels were still a little higher than I expected but Simon expertly threw his fly into the slacker spots looking for a taker. I certainly felt more confident and it felt a case of when, not if, he was going to get his first river fish. We’d started up the beat a little higher and it just hadn’t happened. I had spotted a few fish at the bottom of the beat as we walked up so we headed back down before heading off as Simon wanted a fish from our lake for his tea. It was just about 4 and the large dark olives were starting. Again it was only a modest hatch but it was enough to get Simon off the mark.