Got time off on Sunday afternoon to have a few hours on the river. Pleasantly warm but overcast, the conditions looked good, however on arrival by the riverbank the wind, a warm southerly, was gusting strongly. I walked downstream to a section that runs E-W, so I had have a cross wind rather than a head wind. Nothing was rising at all but I set up with a small black foam beetle on the premise that the fish might expect windfall terrestrials with the wind.
We'll I wasn't wrong about that, and first up a cast in a slow section resulted in the fly disappearing as if down a plughole. My strike induced a rapid strong pull into the bankside reeds, the fish bore heavily down and was a struggle to bully to the surface. Eventually my net slid under a sizeable chub! An interesting start.
Casting up under a hawthorn bush produced a grayling, which was quickly followed by a lovely brownie, this was fun.
Another grayling and a couple more browns completed the tally allthough my lack of concentration cost me at least another large chub and several browns/grayling. Then the heavens opened when I was waist deep in the middle of a pool with no coat just a light pullover. Well I thought its warm enough I'll just press on but after 1/2 hour I was getting chilled and decided to call it a day.
What was really good was that after 5 hours and all those fish, I still had the same fly on, despite the wind tangling me in numerous trees (well that's my excuse). Very durable made with a under body of shiny black straggle string and an overbody of black foam taken from a fly card, on a size 14 hook.