Thinking about it now, it seems very strange that it took me so long to discover the little stretch of river I fished yesterday. The river itself, the Río Turón, is not very far from home and apparently it has always been there! I guess the truth is, whenever I had been in that part of the world, I have been tempted into fishing the margins of the Conde del Guadalhorce reservoir and it is into reservoir that the Turón flows, ending its 40 kilometer journey from its source in the Sierra de Las Nieves.
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You may have noticed that I have been very quiet for some time on the subject of my own local river, the Río Guadalhorce. The simple truth is that it has been through some hard times in recent years but there are signs now, happily, that it is beginning to pull through. The river dried out in the summer of 2023 following a period of drought and the fish dropped back into whatever deeper pools they could find, or down towards the estuary.
Continue readingIf a person had even half a brain, they would not have given a second’s consideration to walking from Reinosa to Fontibre yesterday afternoon. The rain did not let up for even a moment, and that would have come as no surprise to any of those half-brained people who had kept an eye on the weather. So yesterday afternoon — as you will not be surprised to hear — I decided to leave Reinosa and walk to the source of the River Ebro at Fontibre.
Continue readingI doubt anybody would suggest that brown trout are among the intellectual giants of the animal kingdom but my brother Sean and I are both prepared to admit that they are a good deal smarter than either of us. It was predominantly the fish of the River Lee, one of Sean´s home rivers, that made us aware of our relative cerebral shortcomings.
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