Tag: Dry Fly

Come to daddy

The conditions seemed very similar to last Saturday but that nothing seemed to be moving. Undeterred, I put on the fly that did so well last weekend, a deer hair Comparadun and gave it a few casts up the North bank. One chap coming in on the boat had had a decent session and had caught on small black wets, one like a Butcher, the other something home-made he said. So there were fish about it seemed.

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Famine and feast

Saturday was the SCAC outing to Frandy. The day started a bit dreich but the forecast was for a warm sunny day and little winds. I don’t know if it is due to the lochs location in a bowl in the hills but it was grey most of the day with the odd light shower and some very changeable and blustery winds which made fishing tricky at times. The wind blew in general towards the dam wall though it would change in the space of two gusts from blowing towards the left end of the dam, to blowing towards the right end.

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The Hook-Bender Persuivant

The CDC and Deer hair wasn’t getting a reaction and I went down sizes of fly until I got to a size 18 F Fly. This got me a follow it seemed as I retrieved the fly in wet – I never saw the fish but I had an arm wrenching tug and the line pinged from the water, fly less. The 4lb line had snapped at the fly.

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Drookit on Severn

Before I was even set up James had risen and missed 2 or 3 fish!

It wasn’t long when I started to get some action myself. As the bugs swung round and up on my French Leader and I started to lift I thought I spotted a swirl- or was it just the water vortexing round some rocks? I put the fly in there again, nothing, then once more, this time a take, and a lovely wee summer Grayling of about 25 cms was landed on a pheasant tail nymph.

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