Sometimes you go fishing and seeing the conditions you would expect to catch, yet in the event, it ends up a hard slog and nothing to show for it. Other times you look and hear that the fishing is hard, no one is catching, but when you do you get immense satisfaction at defying the odds. Such was the way on my two most recent outings.
As I do like to, I went up to Swanswater for a couple of hours on Friday night. My last few Friday excursions here have been hard going. Not that there aren’t fish, just that you can’t tempt them on to your hook. This most recent trip was much the same. It was a lovely evening to be out, though it got quite cool around nine. But though fish were showing, it was slow going, and despite moving several times, I started at the roadside, then  tried behind the island/burn mouth, then the top end of the main basin, I never had so much as a pull. For my last half hour I went to the Mill Pond and though fish were visible and swirling at something on the top I couldn’t get a touch. I had tried dries, buzzers, wets and even had a small Yellow Dancer on at one stage but never got a sniff.. I retired defeated and very foot sore after only 2 hours.
