Mar 25 2007
Surely Nothing ELSE Can Go Wrong!!??
Yesterday saw myself and my friend Sam making a last minute decision to fish Llandegfedd reservoir near Pontypool in South East Wales.
Arrived at the reservoir at around 7:30am, purchased tickets tackled up and arranged our gear neatly in the boat…then it all went wrong!
Nightmare #1…
Now, my nautical skills aren’t the best, and with me in the pilot’s seat, I managed to ground the boat 10 ft from the main jetty. Slightly embarrassing!
After Sam got out and shoved the boat back where it belonged in the water, I then had to re-dock the damn boat in order to pick Sam back up, and then we were off…again!
The morning was more or less a write off. No surface activity, and neither myself nor Sam was able to coax a trout into the boat, even though we tried more or less the entire contents of our fly boxes!
Nightmare #2…
After an hour of ‘casting’, my brand new ‘all singing all dancing’ Orvis Western2 snapped! So I now have a four-piece rod instead of a three-piece! I hope the lovely people at Orvis are nice to me when I phone up tomorrow!
Luckily, I had taken a spare rod in the boat, so, fishing continued.
Now, I’m not one to moan, or mope about, (although if this had happened to my river rod I would have been reduced to tears!) but the good feelings I had quickly diminished after a rainbow trout of at least 6lb broke me after 5 minutes of fighting!
Not only did I now have a sore arm due to the ‘rainbow fight’, but I was also getting pissed off.
Through the day though, Sam and I managed 4 and 3 trout respectively, and the fishing really seemed to come alive in the afternoon. The only thing interesting the trout were nasty orange fritz things, but nevertheless, a fun day out! Of sorts!
So, with yesterday out of the way, my arse is now a little sore (excuse my bluntness). Because I don’t really do a lot of boat fishing, I’m not going to fork out £150 for a boat seat…but sitting on a plank of wood all day does take its toll!
I never knew fishing could be so stressful! Luckily though, today saw me down on the Taff to relax!
And God, do I love that river. The sound of the water trickling over the rocks, the birds singing and the beautiful sound of a few rises saw me de-stressed after a minute, and a big smile slapped across my face!
I noticed a few rises to what looked like olives, so on with an olive klinkhammer, a couple of casts to a rise and bang! My first brownie to a dry fly of the season! A beauty of around 3/4lb was brought to hand and then released.
Unfortunately, this was the only fish of the afternoon; but with the clocks now set forward, and hopefully a little warmer weather coming our way, I’ll be in the river most days of the week after work.
A good weekend, but a shattering one!
Now then; where’s that Orvis telephone number. ”Hi, I seem to have broken one of your rods”…











