Watercress and Trout

Another day finds me out on the water and its back to the River Wylie. As is happening this season another new stretch is found and fished. I’m slowing making my way around the waters I’ve been trying to get to and now need to get to know them better. It really wasn’t that hard to find as it was on the other side of the road from the last time I fished this river. The clubs that run the fishing on the Wylie have got together with the aim of running it has a wild water with catch and release as the rule. There is no stocking and I hope that this spreads to the rest of the chalkstreams as it appears to improve the fishing. Although I fear that it won’t happen in some places due to impracticalities and some traditionalists who like to kill everything. The fishing on the Wylie centres on its population of Brown Trout and Grayling (for some reason these are larger than those on the Avon).
On arrival I found that the river had cleared a lot since the last visit and was running semi clear making fish spotting much easier. This stretch has only just opened due to the club waiting for the banks to settle after the winter floods which reduces any further damage being done. After a somewhat chilly start, the day soon warmed up and bugs were flying around in fairly large numbers, sedges, olive crane flies and little black bugs. A few fish were seen rising or finning but once 12.30 was hit, the fish really started to move. Considering that it was clear and the fish wild and so called spooky there was no stopping them from attacking the Hawthorn fly from yesterday (lucky I tied a few more last night). Some fish were seen to move a couple of feet to take the fly but what I cann’t understand was why? Why were they so keen on the fly when the naturals were no where to be seen (although they are supposed to be hatching now). All the fish ranged from 4 to 12 inches and had fantastic colouring including a white edging to the fins.




In the Murk of the Avon.

Last week saw the annual “lets tie another Hawthorn fly variation”. This years Hawthorn was a three stage a fair with a variation of last years with better, none breaking  legs (I used legs alive this year). Quick on the heels was another with a cock hackle wound through a black Mr. peacock dubbing thorax. The final version was one that came about when I was wondering what to do with a plastic bead lace that I found in a craft shop that just happened to be the black, the right colour for Hawthorn flies. The wing on the fly was High Float fibre.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAI started the day (late morning to be more precise) on a stretch of the Avon below Amesbury, Wiltshire. I had read that the water was murky and yes, the information was correct. The water was also several inches higher than normal for the time of year but after the past winter I’m not surprised. It was murky enough to make me think of flood waters but it was actually due to an algae bloom. I saw 3 fish rise then nothing. About 1ish I moved down stream to another of the clubs stretches and found a few fish starting to  rise. No clear indication of what though but I suspect small olives or sedges. I had kept the Hawthorn fly on the line as I saw no reason to change and started to catch. I ended with a small wild Brown and 3 to 5 Grayling. I also had many rises or takes to the fly but missed them and lost all three copies of the fly so it was of home to restock…