This weekend was one of those magical late summer holiday weekends – not so sunny as to be difficult: not so hot as to be stupefying. Cool enough to feel comfortable and enough rays to perk up the skin tone. The estate at Broadlands and the river Test looked her magical best.
The downside? none of we assembled demonstrators could catch anything. Because of previous fair indiscretions (barbecuing trout without permission) Bob Nudd (who thrives on catching fish in his spot), the very splendid Jan Porter, David Woolsencroft Dodds and I were relegated hook less, fly less, baitless and everything else that might even vaguely enrapture a passing fish Tsk. Still, it did not deter the fine folk that bothered to watch. and I would truly like to thank all the lovely people – fishers and non-fishers alike – that said such nice things and bothered to watch me during the casting and cooking sessions. Your fantastic: and very appreciated. I am also attaching a “shot” proving that there can be some glamour attached to fly fishing – Mattha (the doyen of English lady competitive fly fishers on the left and Gilly Bate ((right) one of the most ebullient and personable guides in the South ) prove that it doesnt have to be Whiskers and macho.
Pike fly fisher David WD in the other image proves that it does……
your choice.
Happy Monday.
