Long Live Small Streams & The First of the Season

Sunday saw the first trip of the 2014 trout season. It’s a tradition of mine that each year starts on my local stream, situated at the foot of the beautiful Brecon Beacons, and home to the awe-inspiring Pen y Fan.

The day saw a lot of water covered for, unfortunately, very few fish; in fact, just one. The water in question does take a little time before its inhabitants warm to the idea of consistent feeding; mornings are still a little crisp up in the hills and the water is still a little chilled. That said, tradition is tradition, and there is nowhere I’d rather be on the first trip of the season.

The one lonesome fish, however, was tricked into taking a parachute LDO pattern so, not only am I happy that the first trout of the season was from my favourite water, but it also took a dry fly. Plus 10 points I think. That’s what I’m telling myself anyway, either way, I was smiling all the way back to the car after such a revitalising day.

A hike into the water is always invigorating, especially when you have sights like this on your doorstep…
A hike into the water is always invigorating, especially when you have sights like this on your doorstep...

Cool, crisp waters. You can spot a hundred trout lies from each small run or pool…
Cool, crisp waters. You can spot a hundred trout lies from each small run or pool...

Old friends, brought out to play after a winter tucked up in the warm. You smile as you’re reunited with every memorable dent in the cork…
Old friends, brought out to play after a winter tucked up in the warm. You smile as you're reunited with every memorable dent in the cork...

Tradition is tradition, and the start of the season deserves more than a stale flask of lukewarm coffee…
Tradition is tradition, and the start of the season deserves more than a stale flask of lukewarm coffee...

That one solitary small stream wild brown trout, still slim thanks to it’s wintry forays, creates a smile bigger than any non-fisherman could ever understand…
That one solitary small stream wild brown trout, still slim thanks to it's wintry forays, creates a smile bigger than any non-fisherman could ever understand...

…and the parachute LDO that did the fooling. Tied on a Partridge Dry Fly Supreme, a simple dubbed body para-LDO after its encounter with the first of the season…
...and the parachute LDO that did the fooling. Tied on a Partridge Dry Fly Supreme, a simple dubbed body para-LDO after its encounter with the first of the season...

Thanks to the company of ‘Younger, Better Looking Bro’ and his camera, I even managed to make a photo!
Thanks to the company of 'Younger, Better Looking Bro' and his camera, I even managed to make a photo!

┬áThe fish wasn’t the only loner. This single Primrose was the only one spotted in over two miles. Promises of things to come?
 The fish wasn't the only loner. This single Primrose was the only one spotted in over two miles. Promises of things to come?

Tumbling, crisp and wild…
Tumbling, crisp and wild...

I can’t even remember the sneaky bugger taking this one…I almost look as if I know what I’m doing…
I can't even remember the sneaky bugger taking this one...I almost look as if I know what I'm doing...

The last shot of the day as the temperatures drop and we start the hike back to the car. In case you hadn’t guessed, I’m grinning ear to ear taking this shot. ‘Content’ doesn’t do it justice.
The last shot of the day as the temperatures drop and we start the hike back to the car. In case you hadn't guessed, I'm grinning ear to ear taking this shot. 'Content' doesn't do it justice.

Simply put, long live small streams…