Thursday morning…. a look out of the window reveals a rainless morning with a hint of sunshine. A glance at the tall firs at the bottom of the garden indicate, with their lateral gyrations, a blustery day ahead.
Decisions to make – No rain – lets go chasin’ rainbows!
It’s mid- morning as the gate is closed behind me into the car parking field, the sun getting higher in the early season sky and the brisk south-westerly scattering loose leaf litter across the greenery.
The seven-weight 9-foot outfit, which resides on a permanent basis in the car, is quickly made up. Ten feet of 5-pound fluouro-carbon water-knotted to the stout butt section nylon and the leader is ready.
What fly pattern to try first? Cove Nymph on a No. 10? or, maybe, black and green tadpole No. 12. Why not both? Yeah! A quick 4-inch dropper added to the leader, on goes the cove nymph, followed by leaded tadpole on the point of the leader.
Decisions, decisions. Where to start. Noticing that there are already two other fly fishers on the water, one of which, I notice, is Barbara, the one and only lady club member, I choose to give them plenty of room and settle on a small platform at the west end of the water.
"platform at the west end of the water"
The brisk wind now seems to have picked up in strength, but the bright sun passifies the scene and after a few casts to straighten the line and wet the leader, a satisfying cast goes out and I watch the leader unroll nicely with the fly duo alighting 70-feet out slightly to my left-hand side.
Early season, let the flies get down, and after a 25-second count-down, start a SLOW figure-eight retrieve! Nothing on that try. Let’s go with the same again!
Start the cast back in with the same retrieve and 20-seconds later the end of the white fly line shoots forward and we’re into a spirited rainbow trout! As the fish nears the waiting net, a frantic thrash on the surface and the line goes sickeningly slack. Hook pull! Oh well, there’s one out there!
Out with next chuck, and almost repeat of before, Rainbow on! This one likes to do the acrobatic display, but is soon safely in the net. a sparkling 2 pounds plus, on the black tadpole.
"cast 70-feet out slightly to my left-hand side"
On the next chuck the wind gusts and slews the line further to the left-hand side more than previous. Still, new patch of water, who knows? Same retrieve as last. At the very end of each retrieve I always skim the dropper fly across the surface for the final few feet and this time, BINGO, an opportunist trout appeared from nowhere and snatched the cove nymph from right out infront of me almost at my feet!
Over the next 90-minutes another brace of sparkling rainbow trout came to my waiting net. A brilliant morning chasing rainbows!
"A brilliant morning chasing rainbows"
My fellow flyfishers that morning had no action to report – they should buy my book, perhaps!