The last weekend of the trout season is a sad time for everyone…
Knowing that you more than likely won’t visit your favourite fly fishing water for over 5 months puts anyone on a downer!
With a fellow team mate winning a competition the previous week, a free boat and ticket was issued, so it was only courtosy we use it by the end of the season as their not able to be carried over. Allen and I shared our last boat of the season.
Setting up our fly fishing tackle at the car, we talked tactics and discussed fly choices. It was inevitable that we both chose more or less the same cast, with a few colours being changed here and there.
With a warmish breeze and a light wind passing over the surface of the water the lake has never looked so enticing. It was perfect. Although the lake had gone up 4-5 feet during the week as Welsh Water had been pumping water into the lake… Not something the fish like; Fresh, cooler water than the average of the lake being pumped in.
Setting off from the jetty we stopped the boat and let drift free into the lake past the sailing club, fishing our way through and onto the most productive areas of the lake the week before. With just one tightening of the fly line, the only pull of the first 2 hours we decided to change location and drift along the gabiens wall. Within a few cast, Allen locked into a fish on a Cats Whisker booby. One of the top flies of all time let alone on Llandeg! A Welcomed fish in the boat.
Both anglers being on identical lines in the boat and only 2 takes between them sometimes means your doing something wrong.
Changing my Sixth Sense slow glass to a Fast glass 40+ fly line, my luck changed instantly. First 3 casts I’d hooked and landed a fish, missing another one.Sometimes the fishes feeding zones or crusing depths are so critical that an inch difference can change the day completely. Finishing that drift with 2 fish in the boat I was happy enough to say I’d clicked onto something!
A few hours passed, nothing more in the boat… but a few fish interested in the boobies and blobs we had offered ’em.
The wind started to die off and the clouds broke letting the sun peer through and warm the air up a little. This sudden rise in temperature would normally switch the fish on, especially at the end of the day. Although with the fresh water being pumped in the fish didn’t co-operate and remained slow. It wasn’t until the end of the day that Allen took 2 fish and missed a few when we run across a pod in open water. This was the only action we had all day apart from a few tugs and the one good drift I had earlier in the day.
We ended the day with a cracking sunset whetting our appetite already for next year. Bring on the Spring! But for now… onto the Grayling!
Written by Kieron Jenkins