Waiting

Monday, 30 October 2023 at 15:25

The rivers have been in more or less continual flood for the past three weeks. That's meant no grayling fishing (the last three trips I'd planned were washed off). There has been much waiting; there have been many chores. I'm seriously thinking of taking the beachcasters to the local coasts, where the cod may be moving in mysterious ways.

A little bit of fly-fishing history

Thursday, 19 October 2023 at 08:30

My friend Peter French kindly gave me a film canister in which were three John Storeys tied by John Storey's grandson, Arthur Storey in c.2008. Like his grandfather and father, Arthur was the keeper on the Ryedale Anglers water around Helmsley; it was under Arthur's watchful eye that I caught my first grayling, in 1972 (R. Rye). Back then, the club had asked us schoolboys to help out with weed-cutting, and the day's grayling fishing was our (gratefully received) thank-you for what was backbreaking work with a multi-bladed saw. I was telling the present keeper about this incident recently. 'It might be the same saw,' he said, 'that Arthur bequeathed to me when I took over.' I asked Jim whether he would like to have a go with the saw, just for old times' sake. The answer was unequivocal. All the same, I find them strange and touching, these legacies from what's becoming the distant past.

Grayling time

Monday, 2 October 2023 at 17:02

It's always disconcerting, swapping from a focus on trout to a new and technically rather different focus on grayling. I know that there are some, perhaps many who continue to fish for trout on stillwaters throughout the autumn and even the winter, and they're welcome to do so of course, but - perhaps foolishly - I dislike trout fishing in what I've long regarded as the close season. And so I switch to thinking about and fishing for grayling, as I did today. There was a sparse hatch of fly around the early afternoon - willow fly, some small olives and sedges - and the grayling were inclined to rise. A size 19 dry Terry's Terror conjured a few fish from the glides when the grayling were up, and a pink-headed bug deceived two more after the hatch dwindled. All around me, the woods were turning into umbers, yellows, ochres. For all that there may be warm days to come, summer's over.

Day of the red squirrel

Saturday, 23 September 2023 at 21:23

The river's been up and down like a fiddler's elbow but on the best of the falling water it's been a nice stream. The fish - all wild, up in these headwaters - have reacted as wild trout do; they've been on the feed, then off, then on again. Generally they've responded to the appearance of any kind of natural fly but one feature of this season (and I suppose on reflection, several seasons past) has been the scarcity of natural flies on and around the water. This year, for example, I've seen only trickle hatches of upwings and relatively few black gnats, hawthorns and sedges. That said, kick samples of the river show robust numbers of nymphs, bugs and crustaceans. And it's been a joy to fish traditional wet-flies - Partridge and Orange, Hare's Lug and Plover, and a relative newcomer, the Peacock and Red - and to find the trout taking them. Yesterday, too, there seemed to be great numbers of dippers around the river and almost miraculously I had a glimpse of a red squirrel, a creature I've not seen for over forty years. I felt remarkably lucky to have been there.

The chalkstream and the equinox

Tuesday, 19 September 2023 at 08:01

We've had some torrential rain of late. Yesterday, while en route to Hull I stopped briefly by the Driffield Beck. I've fished the beck sporadically as a lucky guest for decades, usually in the warmer months but sometimes in winter too, and I've never in all those seasons seen the stream run with this turbidity (it was the colour of milky tea, as this unedited image shows). Clearly there had been a downpour somewhere - I later heard that the basements of some properties in Garton on the Wolds had been flooded - and as a result the stream ran utterly unlike its usual vodka-clear self. What makes this strange meteorology even stranger is that just a couple of weeks ago it was high summer - a summer so high that reluctantly we postponed a trip to Rutland which was due to fall on the hottest day of the year (33C). But maybe after all, this changeability isn't unprecedented: writing 250 years ago in Hampshire, Gilbert White commented on September 19th (1770) on the extreme variability of what he called 'aequinoctial weather'.

Frustration and the Daddy

Thursday, 14 September 2023 at 08:14

Fluky wind and bright sunshine. Not optimal conditions, but the dry Daddy could and did move fish. In fact it rose 11... of which, from slavering incompetence, I brought only one to hand. It was a good fish for the water, though, being all of 15 inches. A frustrating day, therefore, in tricky conditions... but what a land- and waterscape in which to be frustrated.

Hot work

Wednesday, 6 September 2023 at 19:39

John Roberts is an eminent angler and writer whose most recent book is Grayling on the Fly (Coch-y-Bonddu Books, 2022). John's perhaps best known for his works on grayling angling but has written with distinction about dry-fly fishing for trout and also compiled a splendid dictionary of fly patterns, thereby updating Courtney Williams.

Occasionally I have the pleasure of fishing with John and am invariably put to shame. Thus it was today - hot and sweaty work on one of the warmest days of the year, but John nevertheless managed to catch and return a leash of trout and grayling. Here he is netting the best of them, a lovely wild brown of around 1½lb.