Long sky at night, grayling delight

The last couple of weeks have been much warmer than the blustery chill of early spring. I’ve been watching in wonder as the evenings have pulled away into endless fading blue and orange, waiting for the right moment to have a proper evening session. Last Tuesday morning I resolved to head out straight from work, just before five, hoping to be fishing well before six.

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As I drove my mind flickered between locations. I always find this the difficult bit, which exit to take.. I eventually decided on a bit of small stream action on my favourite of small streams. However, as I drove close to its bigger brother, I felt inexplicably lured to have a go there instead. Time was short, so I stopped at the nearest access point (ok it’s not the nearest, but near enough the nearest) and pulled on my waders.

Looking around me the light was really beautiful, a piercing warm orange glow as the sun passed close to a storm cloud. The cloud seemed to encourage the wind too, for it was merrily puffing away as I strung up the 5-weight. I vaulted the nearest fence and made like a ferret across the field in a downstream direction. I say made like a ferret, but that’s not really a particularly accurate statement of fact, as indeed the fact was that with at least one broken rib I probably made more like a wheezing, crippled goat across the field.

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I walked for a while, until I was well downstream of my target pool. Standing in the riffles beyond the tail, it looked sumptuous in the evening light, swirling eddies and foam lines like a mass of jumbled contours on a map. I slowly edged forward..

An hour later I slumped myself down on the bank and scratched my nose. Parr rising and splashing all over the place, and nothing else. I’d carefully fished more than halfway up the pool on dries, and things were ending up looking more like a session of casting practice. I turned over the idea of chucking a streamer down through the riffles and into the pool below, but it somehow didn’t feel right on such a beautiful evening.

On a complete whim I decided to put up a pair of small nymphs and fish them upstream through the rest of the pool. I slid myself off the bank and slowly ambled a few feet into the water. It had been many moons since I last fished nymphs like this, so after letting the current lengthen the line I pulled up the leader and slipped a tiny foam indicator about 3 feet above the top nymph. At last satisfied with my setup, I made a cast upstream and slightly across.

It can be a funny business fishing nymphs like this. In the winter I have failed many times to catch grayling using such techniques, growing steadily more frustrated as each little bob and stop of the indicator turns out to be a piece of weed or a rock. Second cast up, and as the indicator was brought back to me by the current, it paused for thought about 2 or 3 metres upstream of where I was standing. I pulled my rod up and stripped in the slack and found myself attached to a moving rock. It swam in a small circle, before heading downstream towards the riffles. I caught a glimpse of a silvery side as it flashed past.

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It didn’t take long to realise that not only was the rock not a rock (two nots don’t make a right…), but it wasn’t a trout either. Finally drawing the fish towards me I saw a gigantic dorsal fin, which flipped over from side to side as I slid the net through the water and under him. A beautiful spring grayling, not really a fish to be targetted at this time of year, but nevertheless a welcome surprise. A quick look at the weigh-net scales showed he was a smidgen over 2.5lb, a real beauty in any river, and in absolutely cracking condition. I know the grayling should be getting into spawning season very soon, if not already, but you wouldn’t really have known it from this fish.

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After slipping the grayling back I fished on for another hour but connected with nothing else bar a few enthusiastic parr. I don’t know if I’ve ever had such an immediate and superb response from a change in tactics. I was undoubtedly lucky to come across such an apparently solitary large grayling, but it was still a really good feeling to think that I managed to do everything else right. Perhaps I’ll have to give the winter lark another try..

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Just to round out a truly fantastic evening, on the way back to my car I came across a cute wee hedgehog padding through the grass. I tried to get a close up, and was greeted with the spiky-football treatment.

8 comments

  1. Tony’s avatar

    Beautiful grayling, in great condition too. I have noticed several damaged grayling on the Welsh Dee with cuts and lacerations on their sides – the effect of cormorants and mergansers I think.

    Just got back from 4 great days on the Upper Clyde, so busy replenishing my stock of Clyde style flies.

    Tight Lines
    Tony

  2. mike’s avatar

    Hi Tony,

    I’ve encountered damaged grayling on the Clyde before as a matter of fact, as well as trout. Seems to be more and more par for the course on our inland waters.

    I’m glad you enjoyed the Clyde, she can be a difficult beast..! Did you fish clyde style/spiders mostly then?

  3. Tony’s avatar

    Yes, mostly Hen Blackie, Teal and Black, Greenwell Spider, Starling Tip and Cran Swallow.

    Had a great time. Trout seemed more “educated” than the Welsh Dee, but eventually got the hang of it.

    Tight Lines
    Tony

  4. Paul’s avatar

    That is one stunning grayling. Well done.
    Cheers
    Paul

  5. Paul’s avatar

    That is a stunning Grayling. Well done.
    Cheers
    Paul

  6. Paul’s avatar

    …so stunning it had to be said twice ;-)

  7. mike’s avatar

    Hi Tony,

    that sounds like a lovely trip. She’s a magical river on her day.

    As for ‘educated’..well they are Scottish trout after all!

  8. mike’s avatar

    Hi Paul, thanks for the comment (twice..!). He certainly made my day.

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