Thursday, 4 April 2013
Extreme Fly Fishing Pays Off
When you have to go, you have to go! The weather forecast said air temperatures of 4C (say 38F) and strong NE wind. What I didn't expect were the intermittant flurries of snow! Having bought an 8 fish ticket and wearing more layers than a polar explorer, I trekked round to Bramble Point, set up my 10ft rod with an intermediate line with two cormorants as droppers and a small white and green lure on the point. The water level was high so I had to wade 20 yards through shallows to get into thigh deep water. The wind coming onto my left shoulder almost allowed me to cast a full line. I counted it down for a few seconds and on the 3rd cast, bang and I was in. The fish took to the air a few times before I remembered my landing net was on the bank. So I walked us both back and having grabbed it netted a beautiful blue trout. It had taken the white lure. Twenty minutes later I caught another lovely blue on the cormorant.
By this time, in spite of me wearing my Patagonian fingerless mitts, my finger tips were so cold they were numb. Interestingly, I found I could still tie knots, but by sight, not by feel! I also found that the advantage of having numb finger tips is that you don't feel anything when you prick your finger on a hook. It got just a bit too raw to stay there so I surrendered the location to a chap called John (who had cleverly put some old cut up neoprene waders as leg warmers on top of his lightweight waders). I then wandered round to Seven Pound Creek to get out of the wind. Here things were a lot quieter both weatherwise and fishing wise. Another brave fly fisher there had only had one fish. For a few moments the sun was glimpsed though the clouds and the temperature rose a couple of degrees. I thought I was on the Costa del Sol!
I decided to move on via the Fishing Lodge. Having chatted with Janet I treated myself to a couple of Kit Kats (something I am not normally allowed) I worked my way up the bank between the Lodge and the dam. Was I glad I moved? Yes I was! I was immediately into fish and they were up for a tussle, jumping and running like crazy. I caught another 5 but 3 others threw the hook whilst in the air! I even caught one on an orange blob, a fly I have never tried before. Most of the fish were blues, but the final one was a cracking rainbow, worthy of a picture.