Apologies for the brief report today. It's probably best to let the photos do the talking on this occasion as the dramatic setting for our latest outing was the most notable feature of an otherwise dour day - one of the dourest I can remember in fact!
Patrick and I took out one of the National Trust's boats on this large, imposing water in the far north west of the district. Neither of us having fished Crummock before, we knew the day would be an interesting challenge; but this is what fishing wild waters is all about - a spirit of exploration and the knowledge that for every good day, there is a stinker waiting around the corner. Whatever happened, we knew we would finish the day a little wiser for next time......
To cut a long story short, our sum total for the day was a single 8" trout and a couple of tiddlers. We tried various drifts (although good ground over which to drift was at a premium), bank fishing, floating and intermediate lines, different sized flies, various retrieves - all the likely methods in fact. All resulted in abject failure.
Why this should be so could be discussed for hours, but it seems plausible that the sudden change in weather over the previous 24 hours may have played some part. A brisk north westerly introduce a real chill to the air (cooler than the water in fact), and in such crystal clear water, the lengthening bright spells may have kept the fish well down on the steep marginal shelf. Whichever way, I am sure Crummock holds plenty of fish and turning a few stones revealed plenty of invertebates for them to feed upon.
I'd like to say that I'm keen to return to discover more, but after such a grueller it's going to take a couple of days for my enthusiasm to return. The last few weeks have been pretty lean for me on the angling front; anyone know any heavily stocked put and take fisheries around?!