|River well up and carrying colour - tricky conditions... especially when you've only brought a 6ft #3 outfit!|
So, as you'll have probably noticed (if you live in the North of England and have taken the time to look out of the window recently) the last couple of weeks brought with them some of the first really substantial rainfall we've had this summer, and with that the rivers in the Yorkshire dales recieved an overdue drink. This, in the grand scheme of things, is good news since it essentially breathes new life into the river, oxygenating the water and ridding the fish of those horrible little gelatinous lice which adhere themselves to fins and flanks every time there's a prolonged period of drought. But more importantly from my point of view, the influx of fresh water helps rid the bottom of that insufferable coating of blanket weed which renders wading an only marginally safer gamble than playing Russian Roulette with a machine gun, or perhaps wandering into a Lion enclosure in a suit made entirely of bacon.
However, despite the often positive effects of a flood in the long run, times of high water are generally lean periods for the fly fisherman. A worm angler with a decent knowledge of rivercraft and where the fish will be lying in a flood can often have a good day in these conditions - indeed that's often what I do when the water's up - but the fly seems to somewhat lose it's effectiveness. The dales rivers can drop as quickly as they rise though, so on Friday lunchtime I hopped on the train to Ilkley expecting to find the river in reasonable (or at least fishable) fettle.
|Flies were still hatching in decent numbers...|
|Grayling - a welcome catch on a tricky day.|
|Rain, rain go away... not great!|
|But this 1.5lb brownie didn't seem to mind.|
I'm off on a camping trip around the Ingleton waterfalls this Friday, and should be doing a spot of fishing, so expect a report on that soon.
Until then, tight lines!