RH Fly Fishing

      “If you are going through hell, keep going”-W Churchill   Nine Fluff Boys today! Well, that’s really eight plus an ex: if we took the register it would read the Professor, the Admiral, Moneypenny, the Inspector, Lumberjack, Threepio, Galilee, Whytee, plus the ex (the Engineer).  Duncton Mill looked beautiful. A settled barometer, a half moon, and a still(ish) overcast day, all indicated the fishing should be okay, but what do I know? The car park was quite full and I think total attendees must have been around twenty, no wonder the fragrant Carole looked so chipper, beaming her greetings. At this time of year the fishing is usually concentrated on Birch and Rosie’s pools, but Carole informed us that Coot was also on the cards, having been cleaned up and re-stocked, and has become the favourite of the members of late.   I started on an intermediate line, rigged on a rod just bought off t’web, a s/h Sonik Black, at 9’. On the business end I knotted a ...

    I don’t want to repeat too often, but The Wild Trout Trust’s auctions of fishing lots (other auctions are available,  e.g.  S&TA, Angling Trust) are great ways to help fund the organisations we all need in these hazardous times. This not only raises funds but in return provides great opportunities for fishing other than your ‘home’ waters. So, keep an eye open, be in it to win it!     My buddy B bid successfully for this trip: two in a boat out on  Farmoor  II.   Autumn weather can be agin you, indeed, for two days previously no boats were allowed out, due to the wind gusting to 40! It still blew on our arrival, and only four  other  hardy crews would venture out into the chop, with maybe a dozen other anglers scattered around the perimeter. Everyone soon realised the fishing was going to be tough. Indeed, the guy in charge had mentioned they had recently put in a load of stockers ,  specifically in hopes th e  new...