RH Fly Fishing

  This SI s really making me sigh! What’s a poor boy to do? (besides plagiarism, that is).    There is something that we fisher-folk can do which isn’t available to the rest of humanity: we can tinker with our tackle! Most of us regret that we don’t normally have enough spare time to fiddle about and do some sorting. But now we do; normal has gone, leaving spare hour upon hour over the coming weeks.   I’ve already spent the odd hour tying flies at the vice, but don’t want to overdo that, else I become jaded, and stifle the innovative creativity that sometimes arises within when I’m vice-side. Thankfully, there’s plenty of other stuff to occupy a fisher, even a non-fly guy (or gal, but it doesn’t rhyme as well). I have just washed two Intermediate fly lines, so next time (?) I’m using one, counting the seconds as it sinks, I’ll be much more accurate with my depth assessment. Next, I can look forward to cleaning the reels and lubricating their mechanisms, then...

Always good to see a full car park - except when you're being selfish! (In which the names of the members are pseudonyms, so the appeal of the text is wider, encouraging more to read these accounts; everything else is factual) “Life is like measles, we all have to go through it” – Jerome K Jerome   The Fluff Club hoards (or rather, the complete opposite) last rallied at Holbury Lane Lakes for episodes 3, 14, 19, 24, 38 and 43, sadly down to just three today; although the Admiral was present he wasn’t fishing but awaiting his Gayer chums (I think I might have spelled that wrong), the casting collective, for one of their instructional sessions up at the barn. Thus, the Professor, the Inspector and Whytee tackled up after shelling out; I had brought Dodgy again, so our host George probably assumed four Fluff Boys were fishing. Another chap, sitting in the porch of the fishery office, said he was considering joining the branch, so we all made our recommendations as t...

  The four pools (and river) that are Holbury Lane Lakes each have distinct characteristics, which its why its such a cool challenge to buy a ‘four fish’ ticket and then try to catch a fish from each. The water looked like milky tea, but up closer there was probably about three feet of visibility   Our first outing of 2020 together, B and I stumped up the fee then squelched and slithered our way to the far end of the fishery to start the challenge on Willow. We were both trialling a blue variant of my ‘Wossname’ pattern, fingers crossed. Ere long we both had ticked that particular box with scrapping Rainbows, so next onto Long ‘Lake’, splitting up. B caught first whereas I had to change spots three times before I connected with a willing combatant, fighting hard all the way; the fish was a good ‘un, and markedly rotund. Once the priest had been, the roe started to spurt, so I stripped the remainder. I reckon that took the trout from four-pounds-something towards the thr...