|No need to hold the fin up|
It's that time of year again, no mans land, the coarse season has ended and the start of the trout season is two weeks away in my part of the country. I ended the coarse season last Sunday having a final crack at the grayling and I certainly wasn't alone, there were many reports of people making the most of the fine weather and fined down rivers.
The winter season has been chaotic, each week brought a new storm or two from the Atlantic and certain parts of the country were left devastated by severe and prolonged flooding. I guess it was fortunate that I was otherwise preoccupied for three months and although I managed the occasional trip none were on my club rivers, which have been a perpetual chocolate milkshake all winter, only the river levels varied.
Back to last Sunday, the 13th. Steve and I journeyed up north to Sheffield to fish the River Don, this was our first trip back there since the end of September and the river conditions were in stark contrast to last year. We were greeted by a full but clear river - if you discount the dark peaty colour of course - this did make wading precarious, in fact there were times when I genuinely thought I was going to end up swimming; this was the first time I felt panicky and unsure and made me question why I didn't put in the studs that were provided with a pair of new wading boots I bought. A lesson learned for next time.
|White Bead-head Pheasant Tail Nymph|
|Pink Bead-head Biot Nymph|
|I love seeing the Lexa bent round|
|Steve's first fish of the day|
|Deep intense red spots|
|You cannot grumble catching fish like this, even if they're only just out of season|
|Double up - one of each - notice the colour of the beads|
|Sprats are the future|
|Barbour Paraloop Dun - the dark version|
|Dark version Barbour Dun doing what it does best, representing LDO's|
|One of Steve's last fish|
|Pearly Butt Bloa - tied a little too long but lesson learned|
|My first spider caught fish|