Post by rushy on Feb 5, 2015 13:43:02 GMT
well after my pathetic attempt to catch a decent Grayling at Middleham,. thought I'd sneak an hour in this morning.
the river was very low so suited my love of wading (theres just something special about being stood in the middle of the river
)
After a couple of trots the first obliging Grayling took a fancy to the red maggors and cleared my doubt that there was something wrong with my float at Middleham
then I felt something on my head , or should I say on my " Don't I look a twit in this camouflaged drop eared hat "
I put my hand up but nothing. Two minutes later I felt it again . . . . nothing. Another minute later and I glimpsed sometinh heading towards me out of the corner of my eye and then "bump" it landed on my head
I kept still while whatever it was did a little Irish jig on my hat ........ and then it jumped onto my rod
We stood looking at each other for a while and finally agreed that if it would pose for a photograph I would give it some maggots. It thought about it and then we shook on it and the deal was done
And so that was the routine for the next hour. It would land on my head, jump down onto my rod and sit there staring at me until I gave it some maggots ................... absolutely fantastic
Inbetween our dalliance I did manage a few Grayling and a new PB at that
And the ubiquitous suicidal trout weren't far away . . a nice one of those about 2 pound as well
A memorable and very enjoyable couple of hours ......................... now, where did I put that paintbrush
the river was very low so suited my love of wading (theres just something special about being stood in the middle of the river
)After a couple of trots the first obliging Grayling took a fancy to the red maggors and cleared my doubt that there was something wrong with my float at Middleham
then I felt something on my head , or should I say on my " Don't I look a twit in this camouflaged drop eared hat "
I put my hand up but nothing. Two minutes later I felt it again . . . . nothing. Another minute later and I glimpsed sometinh heading towards me out of the corner of my eye and then "bump" it landed on my head
I kept still while whatever it was did a little Irish jig on my hat ........ and then it jumped onto my rod
We stood looking at each other for a while and finally agreed that if it would pose for a photograph I would give it some maggots. It thought about it and then we shook on it and the deal was done
And so that was the routine for the next hour. It would land on my head, jump down onto my rod and sit there staring at me until I gave it some maggots ................... absolutely fantastic
Inbetween our dalliance I did manage a few Grayling and a new PB at that
And the ubiquitous suicidal trout weren't far away . . a nice one of those about 2 pound as well
A memorable and very enjoyable couple of hours ......................... now, where did I put that paintbrush
