So, it’s trout fishing season once again and yet the blog is strangely quiet. I was excited to get out there and do some fishing but unfortunately I’ve had very little time due to moving festung YorkshireFlyFishing to a new…
First flyfishing foray of 2015
I mentioned in a previous post I’m trying to get back into the fly fishing groove after going Esox mental over winter. Like most of my hobbies if I find a problem I’ll just throw money at it, buy new…
Swale at Richmond
Well check me out, venturing outside of my comfort zone and standing in a river that isn’t the Wharfe! I was kicking around the yorkshireflyfishing bunker on Saturday wondering what to do with myself, initially contemplating a hill walk but…
Dogshit and Grayling.
Despite a roiling internal array, from the previous night’s curry and booze, I managed 2 hours on my club stretch of the Wharfe this Saturday. The river was lower than I anticipated and…
Last night I tied the dinks…
…tonight I tied the Klinks! . They ain’t perfect, consistency is a dirty word in my dictionary, clearly 🙂 but I know they will catch fish so they’ll do. All are on Partridge size 14 Oliver Edwards nymph emerger hooks which seem ideal…
It’s that time of year again…
…when I sometimes tie a few flies to fend of the unending misery that is winter. Winter is coming. Valar Morghulis! Anyway, I tied up some GRHEs and a couple of pink bead head flies. All have tungsten beads and are…
Grayling on the Wharfe
Having had a day out with guide Steve Rhodes the previous weekend, I was still pumped up with enthusiasm and confidence for river fishing. I decided to get down to my usual stretch of the Wharfe and see if I…
A day’s guided fishing on a river
A couple of weeks ago myself and Stu spent a day on a Dales river with Steve Rhodes, long established guide with Go Fly Fishing UK. I’ll keep this short and sweet because I did a much longer ‘guest post’…
Ill-conceived trip to the Wharfe
Finding myself at a loose end on Saturday I drove to the Wharfe at Burley-in-Wharfedale (Yorkshire Anglers stretch) to blow out some cobwebs on my river tackle. It seemed to take me ages to do anything but tackling up was…