Tuesday, June 05, 2012





If Saturday's exploration proved entirely fruitless, then last night on the Eamont provided altogether more reliable sport. The river has dropped low once more and runs clear between beds of water crowfoot. Flowing briskly as it does, the lack of water doesn't seem as noticeable as on the parent river, although the usually long riffles and streams are considerably foreshortened.

A mild, still evening promised much and although there wasn't a single species hatch as such, it quickly became apparent that the fish were on the fin and in opportunistic mode. Such is nature's rich tapestry at this time of year, that the variety and intensity of insect activity can be staggering. All evening huge clouds of gnats swarmed lazily over the water like so much wind-blown soot; and whilst only a few caddis chose to emerge from the river bed, large swarms of olive upright spinners danced in the bankside trees, promising much around nightfall.
As it happened, the spinner fall never really gathered momentum. At least not while I was present, although I acknowledge that I probably did a runner before last orders. However, the trout seemed willing to have a pop at anything presented with a degree of competence and I spent the vast majority of the evening searching the streams with nothing more complicated attached to my leader than a #14 DHE - a cursory nod to the trickle hatch of big sedge.

Wyatt's fly is proving a very useful tool indeed. I have written before about how I have used it on stillwaters for some time, but never on the rivers until this season. My loss evidently - the fly seems to possess that magical ability to pull fish up from nowhere. Furthermore, it was again noticeable that a good proportion of the trout I hooked, rose to the DHE without any apparent wariness whatsoever - in several instances, the fly merely disappeared without any evidence of the culprit having broken the surface.......sucked down through the meniscus almost. That to me is a sure fire sign of a good pattern.

The evening wore on and I continued to catch fish steadily. In keeping with recent outings, the average size was, well, average. The biggest trout probably weighed around the pound with most being in the 10-13" bracket - fine sport on light tackle. I returned around fifteen of them in total, which again is really encouraging and indicative of a river in good health. That said, as darkness approached I slowed down operations considerably with the sole intent of locating a big fish......a task which was to prove beyond me on this occasion. That is becoming a bit of a trend for me this season: numbers of fish have been good generally and sport has tended to fall somewhere between 'steady' and occasionally 'hectic'. Despite this, it's now nearly two months since I last landed a fish over the 2lb mark and I have to confess to a yearning for one of the river's bigger residents. A return to one or two of my old haunts might well be the order of the day.



4 comments:

Regular Rod said...

Nice report and two superb photographs there Matthew. Now those two pounders! Worry not!They'll come in due course. It's all about attrition. Well it is for me anyway. Keep turning up and they'll turn up.

:)

Regular Rod

wildbrowntrout said...

Another excellent posting, I also use Wyatts DHE into the evening because its easier for me to see in the gloom, but like you, its pulled up some good fish this past couple of seasons. Have you ever discovered why occasionally the fly doesn't float too well, and others tied at the same time do ?

Adam David said...

Hey Matthew,
Have followed your blog for awhile and you inspired me to start my own about my fly fishing adventures in the NE. Check it out if you get the chance....
http://flyismedicine.blogspot.co.uk/

fishermanrichard. said...

Lovely post Matt.