Friday evening, an early tea and down at Barkston by 6.45pm. Lovely evening but very little rising?
To fishing, my usual klink put down a couple of fish that I could see, mainly due to my poor casting as well as the frequency of casts. Noticed a lot of small caddis above the water and realised they were hatching, ....dur! Changed to an F fly, too much weed for a nymph, and anyway I wanted to use a dry. That drew more interest but my strike rate was appalling. Until I spotted the sporadic rise of a brown trout under an overhanging branch at the other end of a deepish, weed-filled pool from me. This required a very flat side cast into the 12" gap below the branch. Well bug&*r me if it didn't take it, head, tail and all - a right splasher, which charged all over the pool collecting about a 1lb of weed with it. I eventually slipped the net under it all, and pulled out the weed. That's tricky while holding rod & net!
A right little corker, but where was the fly? On further investigation it had deep hooked itself way down and I really struggled with forceps to remove the barbless hook (which I hadn't crimped down as well as it should have been).
The said fishy, seasoned with salt & pepper and fried in lots of butter was absolutely delicious.