Ever had one of those days? Those days where it feels as if the very gods have conspired against you. One of those days you think 'why did I ever bother lifting my head of the pillow?' Today I had the pleasure of guiding Brian and Darryl of Fishing Matters (fishingmatters.biz) up the wandering water ways of my Lady Annalee. I make it my business to put people into fish when I guide so i took them to all the areas that I knew would produce fish. We started the day at 10am with greetings, introductions and a swift shot of whiskey to lubricate old joints. (Whiskey kindly supplied by Darryl) By 12:00 3 fish were caught one of which was a trout and Darryl followed closely with two roach. We moved back to the car where we medicated our sorrows with another shot of whiskey. By 13:00 we were at the second beat at Balnacargy starting at the tail waters fishing upstream nymphs. An hour of water flogging and nothing. Eventually we got to the bridge and Brian targeted a rising brownie with a Grey Wulf. What a pleasure to see a pro at work. He beautifully placed the fly 5 foot above the fish and 3 seconds later she came up and took the fly positively. 3 Minutes later and a stunning, full fin fighting fit brownie lay in his net. Bragging rights go to Brian on that beastie but unfortunately that was the last fish caught. We tried Balinallen as well starting at Brady's farm moving upstream toward the bridge but not a nibble was got.
EXCUSES: Ridiculously bright day and a prolific amount of roach spawning.
On a by note, to add insult to injury. After the disastrous excursion, I popped in at my mate Brian Webber in his tackle shop in town and retold the woe that befell me. Oh!, says he, you should have taken young Kalem (11years old) with you, he would have shown you how its done. Oh? says I. What you mean? Brian whips in the back and a minute later produces a shopping bag with 8 fish with 2 in the 2 pound range.
I hung my head, turned around and went home.
EXCUSES: Ridiculously bright day and a prolific amount of roach spawning.
On a by note, to add insult to injury. After the disastrous excursion, I popped in at my mate Brian Webber in his tackle shop in town and retold the woe that befell me. Oh!, says he, you should have taken young Kalem (11years old) with you, he would have shown you how its done. Oh? says I. What you mean? Brian whips in the back and a minute later produces a shopping bag with 8 fish with 2 in the 2 pound range.
I hung my head, turned around and went home.