This is a quick off the cuff temporary holding post as I develop other areas of designing this BLOG. I intend to make it fully live in the next couple of weeks with photographs, much more fly fishing detail and some step by steps of fly tying and much more.
The Spring of 2011 was warm, almost balmy at Easter time, warmer than the Med resorts, so many of us got out to take advantage of the unseasonal weather to tempt and taunt the Trout with Hawthorn Flies. The Hawthorn flies of 2011, were the most numerous I can recall, and the footpath between the trees as I walked down to the river so littered with their bodies that it had the appearance of black confetti.
April was an excellent beginning to the season, but by the time Mayfly were showing the weather had become noticably colder and unusually, cold winds continued to blow, sometimes, gust, down the valley and around the river meadows for most of the Summer months preventing spinners to return and die on the water for the evening bounty that many of us look forward to. It was during May that the first mumblings of Drought were circulating in the media, East Anglia farming combines were clarioning increased vegetable prices, and by mid summer, fish were being rescued from some once beautiful and flourishing rivers.
By mid September the warmth returned and good fishing was had right through well into the Autumn, as fish became voracious, feeding up before the breeding season, and once again catches were good with some superb fish being caught, – on the particular chalk stream that I fish, the guest of a member took a 28″ Wild Trout that might later be verified as a record for our particular river.
But for much of the Summer, the river looked a sorry sight as the levels fell to a worrying level. Abstraction is primarily the main culprit, which at a time of low rainfall only exacerbates the problem. Fish were easier to spot usually skulking under bankings or around tree roots, but they were noticeably spookier, I should imaging that handbooks on Gurkha stalking skills must have flown off the shelves of bookshops throughout the country.
As I write, the winter levels are not encouraging, and I have to confess that I’m beginning to have reservations about the coming season. If you know how to do a raindance, or know of any of those 18th Century Mid Western Charlatans, ‘the Rainmaker’ maybe you’d forward their contact details, at the moment I’m doing my bit by not washing my car, and turning the tap off while I clean my teeth, – it might be something that all of us in the fishing community become evangelistic upon in the near future.