Well it certainly isn’t beach weather, so fishing it must be!
Parked up at Whitfield to fish up to Fisherman’s Hut, the weather was intermittent showers and very strong gusty winds. But the river looked wonderful and lush after some heavy rain.
Spotted a few fish rising while I was tackling, so I tied on a small hare’s lug & plover, to fish it in the surface film.
Found a rising fishing and cast my fly towards it, the wind gust and took my fly onto the bank, it was going to be a hard afternoon’s fish.
Spotted a lot of grayling above & below Whitfield Hatches and I guess the best was around 2lb!
I fished on up until I was almost at Fisherman’s Hut before my fly was taken by a 6 inch fish, at least I didn’t blank…
I fished Lower Bockhampton on Saturday and it was mainly rained out. The fish were not interested in anything I threw at them – I would have had more luck if I had jumped in and caught them by hand. You know the feeling when time after time you spot one of two big fish, make the perfect cast over and over, re-tie, make the perfect cast over and over…again, re-tie etc
The good thing was I got to see the stretch of the river I had not walked before – although it was pretty weedy, there were some good spots from the road to the fishermans hut….and some big fish that did not want to get caught. I had just finished when two canoes (like Indian dug-outs) came down the river, so it was lucky someone was getting a good day out.
Three picnickers’ arrived and we headed down to Fisherman’s Hut where we would picnic. The river looked stunning with great growth of ranunculus and John’s well kept riparian banks made the setting perfect.
We were caught up by the Streeter picnic gang and shortly after by the Galbraiths. We laid the blankets, opened the wine and enjoyed a pleasant hour enjoy the surroundings and the great company.
On the walk back we saw some good fish, up to 2lb rising steadily.
My good friend Glyn was down for a weekends fishing –
We arrived at Gascoyne Bridge around 8.30 and walked down to Fisherman’s Hut, we kept a good eye on the bull, but he look very tired for some reason!
Glyn fished on up and I dropped down a little further. Not a lot of fish were rising, but the clouds of BWO’s flying upstream were amazing.
When I reached Glyn he told me about 3 cracking trout he had already caught!
It was now 9.45 and the spinners were starting to fall and fish rising, so I leap frogged him and drop in to fish. It was a crazy 30 mins and we had fish rising all round. It all ended when I lost my fly and it was just too dark to tie another – so we headed home.
Saturday we fished at Seaton, plugging for bass and we ended the day with two mackerel!
Sunday we fished Chesil Cove, Glyn plugged for bass while I spearfished in the hope for some big bass – after two hours we were in the Cove Inn with a 3 1/2lb crab in the bag!
Nothing to do with the Frome, but I think it’s a great testament as why we go fishing. I’m not sure what river improvements we can do to encourage mermaids, maybe a large boulder at the head of few pools!!
Testament of a Fisherman
I fish because I love to; because I love the environs where trout are found, which are invariably beautiful, and hate the environs where crowds of people are found, which are invariably ugly; because of all the television commercials, cocktail parties, and assorted social posturing I thus escape; because, in a world where most men seem to spend their lives doing things they hate, my fishing is at once an endless source of delight and an act of small rebellion; because trout do not lie or cheat and cannot be bought or bribed or impressed by power, but respond only to quietude and humility and endless patience; because I suspect that men are going along this way for the last time, and I for one don’t want to waste the trip; because mercifully there are no telephones on trout waters; because only in the woods can I find solitude without loneliness; because bourbon out of an old tin cup always tastes better out there; because maybe one day I will catch a mermaid; and, finally, not because I regard fishing as being so terribly important but because I suspect that so many of the other concerns of men are equally unimportant – and not nearly so much fun. John Voelker (Robert Traver )
This evening I had the great pleasure to fish with 3 fishermen from Southern Bohemia, who were guests of fellow member Doug Pritchard.
Doug & Thomas fished the Lower Water, while I took Vlaldi & Martin up to Whitfield Hatches. Martin fished up above the hatches, while Vladi and I walked down under Poundbury. It was another wonderful still evening, the horses flies where a nuisance while we tackled up, but one sight of Vladi’s Czech nymph box and they were off!
There where no fishing showing at first, although we spotted plenty through the crystal clear water. We split up and fished up towards the railway bridge. It was one of those nights for bad casting and hooking into everything other than fish!
By the time we reached the railway bridge it was almost 9:30 and fish were starting to show. Vladi had 4 fish from the shallows, but I hurried him up to a pool with plenty of rising fish. I dropped in above him and quickly caught 6 fish up to 30cm before I lost my fly had had to stop. Martin came back down and he had caught a wonderful 42cm trout from above Fisherman Hut – so it was a successful evenings fishing trip. We all then met at the Sun Inn (inculding Evona) to wind down and a few pints of Butcombe..
After sticking over 160 labels on envelopes for the July newsletter, I decided it was time for a fish!
Parked down at Whitfield Hatches and bumped into Brian, who was also out for the evening rise.
I wandered down stream to the Withy Bed and he fished up from Whitfield Hatches. It was a wonderful evening to be out and there were plenty of willing fish to take the fly, mostly small fish, but one of 8 inches was fun.
Almost at the bridge and a few fish rising at the head of the pool, when Brian appeared on the bridge. He spooked a deer that came down the path straight at me, I whipped the camera out and took this rather eerie photo of a startled deer!