|A fine, mist filled morning|
It was to be a day for long rods, light lines and some heavy bugs and the 10' #2 was my choice. The river was running clear and the water was cool. It was likely to take a while for the fish to really turn on. Nymphs trundled acorss the bottom would be essential for success.
|Mike runs the nymphs through some inviting water|
Quickly the air temperature rose, as did a few fish. Switching to the dry fly though resulted in a regular riser being spooked in the clear water.
|Slower water saw some fish rising|
Eventually we moved up into the middle of the beat where faster water predominated and it wasn't long before I started to connect with some grayling. Mike was working the nymphs with the long rod through some very good looking water. Soon he was feeling the stubborn pull of a handsome brown trout:
|A handsome brown trout for Mike|
We left the water, levels dropping and crystal clear. 24 hours later and it was a different story. Torrential rain brought the river up to levels I have never experienced. A reminder that the river, indeed any water, demands respect.
|A flooded River Chew, just a few hundred yards from home|