
There was a slight problem, however - about this time last year I managed to accidentally tip away almost all my dry flies, and then I forgot all about it. So, I get to the stream to see rising trout and spent mayflies to find - no mayfly immitations! Aaaargh!
I managed to fool a little brownie into thinking a white wulf was a small mayfly, but he was far too quick for me, and spat it out in disgust before I could make contact. Another one did the same to a dry sedge. All they wanted was mayflies, and I was severely handicapped
However, I did level the score slightly. I managed to inch very close to a rising trout and cunningly dropped a daddy right on its nose, and it sipped it in before it could suss my trick. A very lively fight ensued on my little 6' 6" #2 rod, and I remembered why I love fly fishing so much

Several more trout ignored my non-mayflies, until I found a good fish feeding enthusiastically, head-and-tailing and just breaking the surface, looking like he was snapping at emerging nymphs. I got into a good casting position and broke out the big guns - 8ft #4! No messing about now! On went an unweighted mayfly nymph and 6" above it a little blob of floating putty. Not really cricket old boy, but drifting the nymph just under the surface had to nab this trout, surely?
A few casts later, and it did

That was enough for me. One on the dry and another really gorgeous one on the upstream nymph. What a lovely afternoon














