We all went out for a late lunch today and afterwards nobody was up to much. Grandad was soon crashed out on the sofa and Trinny and Pippa settled down to watch something on the telly while Leo was plugged into youtube. With everybody else happily occupied, or fast asleep, it struck me that this might be a good time to tie up a couple of flies and sneak out to the river to see what the fish were up to.As it happens the fish were just chilling but, thankfully, they were showing a little less lethargy than the folks I had left at home and I managed to take three with one of the little nymphs I had put together just before I headed out.
The fishing slows when the sun dips down. The fish are still there of course, and they are still willing to feed, but it becomes difficult to spot them at the kind of distance that gives you a decent shot of casting to one unobserved. A moment arrives when the odds swing a little way in favour of the fish and I have come to accept that that is just the way things are. In the past I would have fished on until the light made things difficult to continue but now I call it a day while the there is still reasonable daylight left.
This evening that turned out to be a good call I headed from the river to the car along a lovely path that runs through eucalyptus trees while there was enough sunlight left to brighten up the canopy and a flock of ravens flying above it.
Gypsy Barbel
It´s really lovely here and rarely another soul to be seen.
I don´t know how many ravens there were but I counted around 40.
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