Picking them off
I was on the Eastern shoreline of a small lake that we sometimes fish. For my last minute day off from work, I had been blessed with mild sunny weather. It was April, and the blue sky was dotted with drifting puffy white clouds. There was a slight Northerly breeze. Just enough to ripple the crystal clear water.
The fish were small. Tiny in fact. Last year’s stocking had clearly been a success, and as a result we would have to put up with these ankle biters until following seasons, by which time the fishing would no doubt be superb.
For now, I was content. So what if the fish still had parr markings. They were ‘on the prod’, and the alternative would have been to be at a desk with a computer and an incessantly ringing phone.
The fish were feeding for sure, but I was getting more “bangs and wriggles” than I was Rainbows. I had on a #12 Red Eyed Damsel which the fish were chasing for sure, but they were really only connecting with it when I stripped it back fast. It reminded me of the method I had deployed the evening before go get my daughter’s kitten to chase a pom-pom. The fish were of similar size and disposition! But this was no way to fish a damsel imitation, or anything else for that matter.
I reeled in and walked on down the pretty rocky shoreline. This place has the look and feel of a Scottish loch. It is as good a place as any to take a stroll to unwind on your day off. Further along, I sank into the thick grass and busied myself with the connection of a little dry fly. A “DHE”. I greased it up well and then teased the deer hair fibres apart again, to restore it’s buggy spiky look.
Then I sat back in the veld and waited for a fish to show. A few fish had been showing on the surface, but certainly not many. It was a fair wait. Fifteen minutes perhaps. Fifteen unwinding minutes of not casting, and just taking in the view. It was exactly what I needed.
Then a fish swirled. I covered it quickly and landed it, returned it, and sat back in the grass to dry the fly. No casting.
After a further ten minutes another fish moved, and I repeated the single cast regime, with the same result.
I can recommend it.