Ten more days. Ten more tedious days until the trout season opens here in Yorkshire, and I am free once again to set about tangling leaders and missing takes. The beginning of the season is typically a leaden affair, notable mainly for its distinct lack of fish. The river is cold, hatches are fleeting and,…… Continue reading Early Start.
If I’m totally honest, I really don’t like fly fishing for grayling in winter. Standing waist deep in frigid flows for hours at a time dragging heavy bugs along the bottom is dour, torturous work. Besides, I’m not awfully good at it either, so while a more gifted or perceptive angler may fill his boots…… Continue reading Fluke.
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