First trout of the new season – The Brook

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Well the trout season is finally upon us and as per is off to a slow start, or at least for myself anyway. March has proved to be a very hectic yet exciting month for myself with my wedding being book for the 24th. Along with final preparations I’ve managed to fit the odd spot of fishing into the busy schedule. Unfortunately the weather hasn’t been the best and conditions have been far from perfect with strong winds and ever changing river levels. With my time being limited I have concentrated my efforts down the brook. Still being a relatively new venue this is the first time I’ve fished here so early in the year, so far it has proved to be as difficult a start to the season as it was at the end.


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Water clarity has stayed relatively good despite the poor weather

Wary Trout.

A couple of my first visits were spent just walking along the banks observing and watching for any signs of fish. It didn’t take long to notice that the fish were even more easily spooked than ever. The only fish I caught a glimpse of were ones that were removing their selves from any possible danger at about 100 mph. Although not perfect for the angler it does teach us to improve and work on stealth which is something that can always be improved. With that in mind I knew my first attempts could be frustrating, so I gave my self a game plan to which I’d stick to.


My first visit to the brook with my rod was the day before my wedding, the weather had picked up significantly and I couldn’t resist the temptation. The sun was beaming down through the trees, casting long leggy shadows from the woodland surrounding the brook. The wind was very gusty and made casting quite tricky, which resulted with a couple of hook ups in the surrounding foliage. I quickly noticed I was a bit rusty when it came to casting a dry as I’d spent the winter lobbing and flicking nymphs upstream on mono leaders. although It didn’t take long till the casting came together and my fly was reaching the needed distant with a somewhat delicate presentation. As my time began to run out and my attempts to fool the wary trout that inhabit the brook were failing I pushed on up to an old spot that used to produce. The wind was making the fly life that was occasionally hatching very difficult to see, very small olives was the decision I came to. Alternating between a JT olive and a very small F-fly I sat and observed the lack of rises and when I felt the takes became more confident I’d try my luck. This time luck wasn’t on my side and the first rise was a certain refusal with a distinct boil but no bubble. The second rise was a confident one and took me by surprise, I felt a slight tug but the hook pulled unfortunately and was definitely down to human error.

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First trout of the new season

Brown Trout Syndrome.

After the best day of my life, my wedding. I began thinking about the Wily little brown Trout from down the brook. The weather was still brilliant and the wind has even died down so I made provisions to get down there Sunday morning. Arriving Sunday morning I was amazed at the lack of rise’s I spotted through my duration on the water. I’d hoped to not have to tie a nymph on and concentrate on catching my first dry caught fish of the year. Unfortunately after spending most the morning prospecting with a klink and dink set up I had to go home. Fortunately I’ve married a women who is perfect in every way and she could see my disappointment of not catching on my return home and informed me I could go back after dinner for the evening. Well as you can all imagine that was it I was off fishing again, so after dinner I was back in the car doing the same short journey I’d done frequently over the past couple of days. I’d decided I would get myself into position where I’d had a few rise to my fly the couple of days before and sit it out like a heron. Let the fish build there confidence and strike when the time was right. After an hour I could still count on one hand how many rises I’d seen, as I sat looking up stream I thought it was beginning to rain. I kept staring at the water then looking up but I wasn’t getting wet, eventually I realised it was a swarm of midge hatching, which were almost impossible to see once airborne. The rise’s became a little more frequent but nothing to get excited about, possibly now is the time to try I thought. After tying on the smallest fly I had with me I carefully began casting, first drift got no attention. Next cast I shot the fly that little further so I could lengthen the time before it reached the spot where I’d seen the most rises. Patiently watching in the dying light I was thrilled to see a very confident rise which was like a small mine going off. After a very short fight a small but welcome brown graced my net. Perfect in colour and looking very healthy we had a quick picture together before he shot off like a rocket into some hidey hole hidden in the bank. That was me done and I packed up and returned home, It’s great to of caught my first trout of the new season and surely things will only get better now with the longer evenings and the potentially better weather heading our way.

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not the best picture but still a cracking little trout



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