Last week I met up with three visiting fishermen and, on Sunday, we spent a few hours on the river before going to take a look at Concepción Reservoir. I had been lucky enough to meet Simon Thompson pretty recently at the CLA game fair in Leeds. Simon is another blogger and has a great blog which, if you have not seen it already, is well worth a visit. You can reach it (I hope) by clicking on this link: http://has2btheflyway.com

Though Simon and I were no strangers to this river (we had spent an afternoon on the Guadalhorce last year) it was the first visit for the other two members of the fishing party, Simon´s brother Stuart and Jonathon, who is Simon´s long-time fishing buddy.

The boys were all set up for a week´s fishing but they seem to have been plagued with bad luck from the outset. To start off with, the heavens opened up early in the week and, not to put too fine a point on it, it absolutely pissed down. At this time of year we might get a little rain, or more likely, none at all. The torrential rain made news headlines here and there are Youtube sequences showing cars and trucks pushed through towns by the muddy waters.

At home the deluge was accompanied by claps of thunder so loud that our four dogs who normally reside on the terrace outside, legged it into the house and tried to climb under the coffee table! These dogs, it should be stressed, are not pampered pets woefully unprepared for the rigours of the big bad world, but hard-ass campo dogs. Leo was at home when all this was going on and he said it was like Armageddon outside.

Inevitably the rain fed into the Guadalhorce and it swelled up and became discoloured. I saw it on Sunday after the surge of water had largely subsided and the colour of the Río Grande, dry a week earlier, was that of a café con leche. The Guadalhorce was a little better.

All this made life difficult for our intrepid fishermen but, to their credit, the boys persevered and managed to take a few fish in spite of the river being out of sorts. Unfortunately, their bad luck did not stop there. They were staying at accommodation only a stone´s throw from one of three large reservoirs at “El Chorro” and were told by the wardens from the Junta that fishing was banned as a result of an infestation of zebra mussels. I was aware that boats were banned and even neoprene waders, but the total fishing ban was news to me. Before they were informed of this they managed to extract a few decent black bass.

I met them again mid-week and they were kind enough to treat me to dinner and we had a very fine paella and a pint or two. Simon is a good man to get talking on the subject of wine. He is a logistics manager for a wine business and his tonsils have, over the years, been bathed by some very refined vintages. As it happens, he was the nominated driver and so it was our tonsils doing the swimming. All in all the fishing party was in pretty good spirits in spite of the fishing gods doling out plenty of wrath. They had at least enjoyed their walk the along the Caminito del Rey earlier in the day.

I have not seen them since but I understand that on Thursday Jonathon and Simon fished Concepción from float tubes and picked up a few black bass and that, on Friday, they went back to the river.

Hopefully I will get a few pictures in due course and will share them with you.

The fishing party. From left to right: Simon, Stuart and Jonathan.

The fishing party. From left to right: Simon, Stuart and Jonathon.

Stuart did very well to hook a couple of good gypsy barbel. Unfortunately they both came off. He deserved better.

Stuart did very well to hook a couple of good gypsy barbel. Unfortunately they both came off. He deserved better but he knows as well as anyone the kind of game that fishing is!

Et tu Brute? Even Brutus ran into the house when the thunder struck. What a baby!

Et tu Brute?
Even Brutus ran into the house when the thunder struck. Tough campo dog my arse!

This is a picture of Simon with a very nice gypsy barbel he caught on his previous visit.

This is a picture of Simon with a very nice gypsy barbel he caught on his previous visit.