I'd spent three hours searching, and over forty minutes of that were spent hidden in the tall grass, waiting for a hatch that would never materialise. I counted three Danica all evening. I chuckled as a male blackbird, thinking it was a swallow, attempted in vain to catch the airborne…
It was sunny during Bryn’s lunchtime walk to the park. Despite the slight chill, snowdrops, crocuses, and daffodils proudly sunned themselves while hazel and birch joyfully flaunted healthy blankets of catkins. The blackbird’s song and deafening sparrow fight reflected this late winter/almost spring afternoon rather perfectly. Bryn sniffed at the…
A cold start followed by warmth, but several stalling hatches of Brook Duns, Large Dark Olives, Chironomids and Alderflies (likely due to the cold north-easterly gusts) failed to elicit any significant surface activity throughout the day. Luckily, we did find one consistently surface-feeding trout, creating the type of rise which…
Late Spring is always a perfect time to stop and watch, and after a stunning 35cm trout, my day is complete. It couldn't get any better anyway. So now I sit and listen to the rumble of this small Welsh stream while watching trout feed on Olive Uprights and caddis…