Thursday 22 March
I have not fished since about July or August last year. Family and work pressures were the catalyst for simply falling out of the routine if I am to be honest. A lunchtime expedition to the river had inexplicably became an insurmountable chore.
Today though something clicked in my brain, it was probably the large dark olive that landed on my arm in the morning outside the office, which has a mill race that feeds off the main river only a few hundred yards away.
Lunchtime beckoned and I heard the distant gurgling call of the river Alyn.
After parking a few miles upstream of the office I opened my gear box for the first time in 8 months. It took 10 minutes rather than the usual 3 minutes to walk to the river.
I reached a good spot, there was warmth in the day and the large dark olives were hatching in volume.
As I opened my Ayu rod I was delighted to find a decent fish on the rise at the peak of the hatch.
I spent the next 20 minutes stalking that fish with a size 14 parachute hares ear olive. Eventually I found the right spot, the fly presented ok, a take, and good fish was on…. and as quickly again it was off.
I worked my way upstream and although I lost two more fish and put down a few more I did hook and land two small ones. It was a lovely action packed one hour visit in which all that mattered in life was the river… and I realised what I was missing all these months. Fishing is back in my veins.