Vaclav’s Trip


Nice to see you on the river and that photo on the blog. The blue-winged olives never materialised in the end, but we had some nice trout and a grayling as we moved on up.

Vaclav had dreamed all his life of fishing the dry fly on an English chalkstream, but never thought he would have the chance. He thought I’d have to lend him a tweed jacket to fish in, but I said we now wear them only at the AGM. He lives near the Slovak border, and when his car broke down the day before we were due to fly, and then British airways cancelled our flight, it looked like he might never make it. It all came good in the end and his first fish was a good sized wild trout on the lower water – see the smile on his face

Here’s a picture of that rogue goldfish heading merrily upstream,

and also one of Vaclav showing his Czech nymphing skills with a plump grayling on the lower water,

plus an arty one, sunrise from the bridge at Lower Bockhampton.

We had a great few days of early starts and late finishes, with plenty of porridge, bacon and eggs, cream teas, ginger beer, blue vinney, cheddar, cider and ale to see us through.

Best regards,