Saturday 18 April 2009

Spring in our step

The second session of the season started around mid-day in what I feel are perfect conditions for Trout fishing; light rain and little wind. There were fish rising from the off and soon fish of 12"+ were gracing the net. Although there was nothing specific hatching; the end of an LDO hatch and the start of light Grannom rise, but the fish were certainly looking up all afternoon. Sutton Brook has good fly life both water born and terrestrial and there always seems to be something for the Trout to feed on. The sun did pop its head out occasionally and it was very spring like when it did!

My reason for preferring this type of weather are;

Firstly, the cloud cover works for you and its harder for the fish to spot the angler as you are not throwing shadows over the water, that can obviously be reciprocal. I am usually fishing for risers so seeing them under the surface first is less important than spoting the rise;

Secondly, the damp conditions slow down the process of duns drying their wings and leaving the water which, I believe, encourages fish to feed because they know the odds are stacked in their favour.

Dressing for these conditions is always a problem for me..not actually putting clothes on but choosing what to wear. It’s still early season and although it can be warm when the sun is out, on these overcast days even the slightest breeze reminds you winter has only just gone. It’s way too warm for a fleece and an undershirt can make things very warm as you walk to the river, especially with a waterproof on as well. Once you are on the water and fishing you need to ensure enough layers so that you are quite comfortable.

We fished our way up towards the top of the section and fish came steady all day. Klinks and large F-fly's were working well as was the trusty Adams. I caught up with KG as he was getting into a nice fish just before the Wooden Footbridge at Hill Top.

The biggest fish to my rod was a 13"er caught by the fishing hut. However, the nicest fish was a lovely, pretty 8" wild fish from the top weir that jumped out of the net before I could get a pic....don't you just hate it when that happens?

On the way home we stopped for a well deserved pint, my first for while and it tasted just marvellous...don't you just love it when that happens?

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