The other Saturday I set off to High Fairbanks in fair weather, not knowing that midway along the Kendal bypass I would head into a cold and wet weather front that was going to last all day. On arrival at Crook it was apparent that it was going to be a trial by water and ice. So started an internal debate (some people call this talking to yourself) as to stay in the truck and go home or just get fishing. “You’re here to fish so just get fishing” said my fishing head,” It’s cold, pissing down, you’ve not put Aquasure on that leaking boot, England will be batting against the West Indies and you could listen to it while catching up on some fly tying” counter argued my sensible head, as is usually the case fishing head won the day and I was soon headed up the fell.
Almost immediately I was regretting my choice of fingerless gloves as opposed to the full fingered variety as the wind was straight out of the north and showing it’s teeth, on arrival I headed out to the shelter of the North bank which was sheltered by the high ground. There were fish nymphing in the heavy swell and straight away I was into fish on a duo of buzzers slung rather than cast into the waves.
Around midday a hatch of small olives came off. These hardy little fellas seem to be hardwired to hatch on overcast, rain sodden days and they certainly lifted the gloom for me and added to the three fish I had on buzzer with a couple more off the top on an olive emerger. In fact if it wasn’t for frozen fingers, bungled strikes and general ineptitude on my part I’d have probably had a hat full.
You know when you’ve had some good fishing when you look at your watch to see check the time, you’re sure it’s somewhere around mid-afternoon and discover it’s 5pm and you’re already late as you are due back home to go out to a wedding evening do. Despite been wet through and struggling with bitterly cold hands courtesy of the north wind I’d had a great afternoon and rushed back to the truck to learn of the all too predictable England batting collapse.
Recently I’ve had a few evening sessions with Craig, mainly on High Fairbanks and one each on Ghyll Head and Kentmere. All bar the Kentmere evening produced a few fish, Kentmere on a wet and cold evening was very dour and Craig worked very hard for his one fish and I blanked, never really feeling that it was going to happen.
All this wet, cold changeable weather has delayed the launch of the float tubes. Neither Craig or myself wanting to be learning the ropes in the middle of a lake in northerly wind throwing horizontal rain at us. The whole float tubing idea was supposed to be a bit of fun not punishment so it’s staying inflated and ready to go in the back of the truck. The forecast for Wednesday is looking favourable, so my next post should have a nautical flavour.