Its the 10th of September and the year is going fast, not long now until the end of the trout season.
I better make the best of it and get out on every opportunity I can.
Its a Saturday and the weather forecast is giving wind and rain for the following week.
I decided to go to the Clyde.
The river levels were up a bit so I opted for Wolfclyde, its easier to fish when the river is high.
I got there about 11-30 in the morning to find no cars parked.
" That's strange"I thought, there are usually at least a couple there on a Saturday.
" Its not Sunday is it "checked my phone to get the date "no definitely Saturday"
There's no fishing on Lamington Water on a Sunday.
Got my self all set up,deciding to opt for a simple set up.
3 weighted nymphs under a pimp indicator and fish it short to try and eliminate the effects of the blustery wind.
I walked up stream to the start of a long steady run and carefully managed to get into the water to start fishing.
I soon found out that it was going to be very difficult in getting control of my setup as the wind was blowing hard downstream.
I persevered and soon had one little 8" brownie in my hands,losing another one shortly after.
Things then went dead for the rest of the run.
I noticed that three fellow anglers had now turned up,they were standing under the bridge for shelter as it had now started raining.
I had a chat with them for a little while,they had only been there for half an hour and had already decided to call it a day.
"Should I do the same" I thought, as this was going to be my last outing for a while
"lets give it another go" So I went back up river to the spot I had started at earlier.
Once again I entered the water to find that the river had risen by about 6".
Lost one wee grayling on the first cast.then soon after my pimp shot under and I could feel something solid struggling at the end of the line.
Got it up on the surface to see it was another grayling but this time bigger
"maybe about a pound"I thought--"worth getting a shot of it "
As I was standing in the river with the water up above my knees I decided that a photo of it in the water as I was about to scoop it into my hand, would be good.
So no net would be needed.
Fish on, with my camera in hand, I gradually drew the fish across the surface towards me.
It must have been a shy fish and didn't want to be photographed because it flicked its head,removing the barbless hook. Away it went.
Sometimes these things happen,I should have used my net and not messed about getting my camera ready.I could have netted it, got it on the bank and then got a shot. " Never mind" I thought." try and get another one"
Well I didn't.
Fished down for another 20 yards with no more offers.
To then discover that the river had risen about another 12".
So I made a rapid exit from the river- My days fishing was over.
I looked up river and looked down river, I was alone-no more anglers had turned up.
I was alone except for the few sheep and an inquisitive half dozen cows, with their eyes locked on me "I wonder what they were thinking."
Back to the car and home for an early tea.
I had only been there for about 3 hours but I caught a couple of fish.
Sorry no photos to put on my blog---you know why.
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