Tricky

Well I headed down to one of my favourite stetches of stream today. Weather seemed ok to start with: overcast, reasonably warm, south to south west breeze.
Turned out to be a rather slow day. And by rather slow I mean of course a blank. I fished for about 7 hours, using nymphs, spiders (both fished upstream and downstream), dry fly and large meat pies. I saw precisely zero fish, and had zero takes. Still it was smashing to be out of course
The one thing that did seriously beging to rile me was that by the time I got a bit further up the river it was blowing at about force 8. The stream I was on runs from west to east, so this makes casting upstream (as I like to do) pretty interesting, especially when you are seriously crap at it.
Given the lack of fish, I then decided to practive double hauling (in the gale), but quickly realised that I’m not very good at juggling for a reason. The old hand eye coordination wasn’t quite there today..
Finally I resorted to taking some photos of the myriad of fly life on the river, which of course the truttas weren’t very interested it..