From today the 21st of April I have nine days free from work. I have been given a list of jobs by my better half and today I promised to repaint some skirting boards.
I had every intention of making good on this promise but could not resist checking the forecast for the week ahead.
In my defence the forecast for today was sixteen degrees then seven for the rest of the week.
I considered the consequences of any decision that did not involve a paint brush.
I did not make the sensible decision but I made the one involving me heading to Ebchester to see if I could tempt a trout or two.
I walked down to the lower Ebchester beat below the footbridge and picked a good spot, got comfortable and simply watched the river for any sign of life. After about ten minutes a rising trout taking early Olives caught my eye.
My fist thought was a klinkhammer and as I fished through my fly box for a good Olive imitation my eye was drawn towards a neat row of red tags.
This is my go to fly when Grayling are rising and a favourite of mine so on it went.
The Trout was rising opposite me and the back cast had to be threaded between two trees. In this situation I ignore the forward cast and roughly aiming above the rising fish. The skill is to airiate enough fly line to reach my prey without loosing my fly in the trees.
Im proud to think I’m a canny caster as growing up fishing the Derwent has forced me to improve my technique or spend more time tying replacement flies.
So after my second cast to my first rising trout of the season I only went and caught it.Id like to report it was three pounds but it wasn’t, it was about half a pound and a wild trout to boot. After carefully releasing my prize I sat down to await any further rises but the fishing gods deserted me. I strolled along the bank working my way up to the road bridge without any signs of life. So I found a rock got myself comfortable and took half an hour just watching the river and enjoying what was a glorious spring day.
I bumped into a couple of members and we chatted about the river and we all moaned about the horrible weather we were having and how the early fishing was poor. Quite ironic as we stood in sixteen degrees of sunshine but it’s forcast snow next week and I did promise to get those skirting boards painted.