I had Charlie and his son George for their first days fly casting/fishing day and they absolutely amazed me how they both picked up the casting, usually if two people come on person will learn a little quicker than the other but both of them picked up basic roll and overhead casting straight away, which made my life nice and easy.
After a short break we thought we would have a bit of fun and do a spot of fishing, which looked a lot better prospect than the last few weeks, Llyn Clywedog had started releasing water and now the water height was spot on, I set George up with a dry with a nymph underneath it and Charlie with two nymphs, a quick demo and they were away George hooked into a nice grayling almost straight away but with the lack of experience it came off which was a real shame, then Charlie shouted he had a fish on a nice trout and his very first fish on the fly and no sooner I had un hooked it George had a small grayling, so things were looking up, after around an hour they landed a few more fish and several lost ones so we decided to have some lunch and a move to a new run.
When we walked to the new run it had a nice bit of pace to it with the extra dam water pushing the levels up, in this run Charlie was came into his own with catching several fish, I think George was feeling a little tired by know he hooked a couple of nice fish but lost them which he was a little disappointed with but it’s all a learning process and as he was tired we called it a day, which wasn’t a bad decision as it started to rain quite hard jut after they left.
From pleasure fishing to guiding, waders have always been one of my biggest bug bears! All I personally ask of them is that they keep the water on the outside. I’ve had neoprene waders and nearly every make of breathable waders, some lasted just minutes, some lasted weeks and some lasted months, but my Orvis Sonic Seam waders have lasted the longest of any waders I have ever had, 3 years. To some of you 3 years might not seem that long, but, bear in mind I’m most probably in my waders around 250+ days a year with guiding and pleasure fishing, walking miles on guided days from one client to another and they have performed brilliantly. Unfortunately, today, I got that feeling in the crutch that every fisherman/fisherwoman has come to dread, they had finally started to leak. I must say a very big thank you to Orvis hope the next pair last as long.
Well the wind and rain are on the way so I went and fished a few stretches of the river that I usually don’t go to, the run in the picture is very shallow and I have fished it many times with little success but I never say never, as I worked my way down the run it was dead, I have had small fish here but nothing very big, but then not a monster but a bigger than usual which was very pleasing, then another and another, for a change I caught around six nice fish just goes to show you should never ignore any water.
Well it’s that time of year again, time to start chasing the ladies without getting in trouble with you other half, I’ve been out a few times this week for a fish on my own and the rivers are fishing very well indeed with good numbers of grayling and a few out of season brown trout being caught, lets hope the weather plays the game this winter and the rivers stay fishable.
So please get in touch if you want any help with finding that grayling of a life time.
Bill gave me a call asking if I could teach him nymphing techniques, Bill hadn’t fished with more that two flies before so we had to alter that, over the years I have developed a nymphing method that is super simple to pick up and usually always catches fish, so leader made three nymphs tied on and away we went with in ten minutes Bill had a small grayling, then another two grayling, things were looking as it might be a good day, as we moved down the run bill tossed the flies behind a over hanging bush and bang a cracker of a grayling but it came un buttoned, but as a consolation prize around ten casts latter a lovely out of season trout was leaping out of the water, Bill kept working his way down the run picking up fish and then the wind got up a little and the sun disappeared behind the clouds the temp dropped like a stone and the fish seemed to vanish so we decided to have some lunch and have a re think.
After lunch I took Bill further up stream to a shallower/faster run and a amazing run it was five large grayling hooked, few smaller ones and another cracking trout, the wind had dropped and the sun was back out the fish only seemed to switch on with the sunshine as soon as it clouded over then stopped feeding, so we tried one more run Bill caught a couple of quite small grayling and all went quiet so we called it a day, I asked Bill well how many fish have you caught today and in a good way he hadn’t got a clue as he had lost count.