Saturday night was a damp squib as I was still feeling out of sorts from another dose of Astra Zeneca’s finest and a week of rubbish sleep. I only had a couple of beers and retired to bed relatively early…
No fishing. “Lockdown Part 3:This Time it’s Fuckery”
A Wild Camp in Lorn
As regular readers of this blog will know, the highlights of my angling calendar were always the annual week’s fishing in either Assynt or Wester Ross in June with mates, followed by a long weekend later in the year in…
A Lakeland Tarn
At the moment, a 3 or 4 night mission to the North West Highlands of Scotland is off the cards for various reasons but I simply had to get away for some sort of wild brown trout fishing. The Lakes…
Perfect
It’s months since I last went fishing, and watching everyone go nuts catching prolific amounts of enormous brown trout once the lockdown restrictions were eased has been frustrating. As mentioned in my last post a combination of commitments and principals…
Lockdown roundup
“vicarious experienced as a result of watching, listening to, or reading about the activities of other people, rather than by doing the activities yourself“ I’ve not really missed fishing during lockdown. Even if we had been allowed to go fishing,…
Waders…
You may recall that during my last fishing excursion I discovered my nearly-new 5mm Ocean neoprene chest waders were leaking quite badly. No fun in Winter! I weighed up the pros and cons of getting them fixed by the legendary…
Why are pike anglers such big f*ckers?
There are some fishing trips where no fish are caught that will nevertheless justify a fairly involved write up. This, to be fair, is not one of those. We were both keen to do some deadbaiting (despite conditions not being…
French nymphing on the Wharfe
For pretty much my entire working life I’ve never bothered taking more than a couple of days off over Christmas but the new arrival at Yorkshireflyfishing HQ has prompted a volte-face this year. I took the whole 2 week festive…
Down and across – no shame
Another fishing opportunity arose on Monday so I took myself off to the Wharfe for the afternoon. It had been raining but the river levels website suggested it was coming down so screw it, worth a punt. I also wanted…