I had a lovely visit to the river on Sunday and a chance to try out one of the little nymphs I tied up the previous night during a “fly tying” zoom call. This zoom call was a lot of fun. The tying was done by myself and my brother Sean but we were joined by our old fishing buddy Mark McCann and various family members including my son Leo, Sean´s son Dan and his daughter Nancy. Our respective wives even dropped in at various stages. Our women folk were pretty much uniformly of the view that we are all a bit silly sitting around at vices, swilling red wine, and talking bullshit.
The flies Sean was tying were to serve to catch some trout in his local river in Ireland but the river was running pretty high and so his nymphs were heavily weighted. My own nymphs were to fish “my” river for barbel here in Spain. The stretch I like is pretty clear at present, and shallow too, and so I err on the small side when tying. I know that the barbel would be spooked if nymphs are too large or gaudy or make too much noise when they plop into the water.
I will tell the story of how things went by on Sunday by stitching together a few pictures taken during my adventure at the river and a little bit of text for context so here we go…….




