Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2012 9:54:48 GMT
River Tees Sunday 3rd/ Monday 4th June.
A three hour drive north & i find myself in at the High force gift shop buying a two day ticket to fish a river that just keeps calling me back.
My intension this time is to fish between Cauldron Snout & Widdybank farm, A stretch i haven't explored on this fantastic river before.
The weather aint to bad, overcast, a little windy & around 8 degrees.
I park next to Cow Green Res & make my way to Cauldron Snout.
This is Cauldron Snout.
A thundering body of water falling around fifty feet into the pool below.
A careful hike down to this level & what a sight there is before me. The noise, draft & drama is awe inspiring.
I set up & wade across to the pool bottom left of the shot, im curious to see if it contains fish.
I cast out a dry & a fish comes to the fly, i miss it.
I shake my head, i cant believe there are fish just feet from tons of cascading water.
Another half dozen casts & nothing so i make my way fifty yards down stream to another likely pool.
I miss a dozen fish in a row, the takes are bullet fast, these aint Derbyshire Derwent trout there far quicker to the take & beat themselves sometimes.
Off comes the dry & on with some Tenkara style flies.
I tie on the flies i posted to the forum a few weeks ago. I also use the flies orangeotter tied for me, all with good results.
I start to sharpen up & connect with fish.
On being hooked & feeling the rod tension each fish leaps into the air several times before a short struggle, i wet my hand before bringing them in to admire.
I press on working the river & catching fish to around 3/4 of a pound in the above wonderful surroundings.
I break for lunch around 2 o'clock on the bank & in the flowers.
What could be better? A scotch egg thats what, im starving!!
After i've had my fill & given into the begging dog, i see a good hatch of olives, the swallows see it first & are darting about.
Back on with a dry. And what an afternoon to come.
A random rock. One of hundreds if not thousands on this river.
My method wind permittiing is to stand around a rod length to a rod length & ahalf down stream & just place the fly into the calm water behind the rock, leave all line off the water.
The control with the T rod here is fantasic & you can keep the fly in the zone for aslong as you wish.
9 times out of 10 a spotted demon shoots from the depths to engulf the offering. Hit or miss you've always got another zillion rocks to go at.
I fish on.
From lunch through to 9pm, its getting dark. Im around an hour from the car so i make my way back to Cow Green.
I've had a Wonderful day, somewhere in the region of 40 fish.
This is the scene that greets me at Cow Green, Stunning.
I set up the tent, and sit back in my chair with a beer & soak up the atmosphere, The only noise are Redshanks falling out with each other in the heather.
Monday 4th June.
Im up & pack everything away. Im heading down to Widdybank farm.
As i pull up in the car park i see a gentleman in waders walking towards me.
Whats that in his right hand? Its a Tenkara rod!
We shake hands introduce ourselves. He tells me he's from London & has been fishing Scourie in the scottish north east all week & thought he'd drop down to the Tees on his way home.
His rod is a Yamane its the only other T rod apart from my own i've ever seen in the flesh. I compare it to mine. It makes the Ebisu look like a tooth pick.
We chat for a while about the usual stuff, lines, flies & fish etc.
We shake hands again, wish each other well & both go our own ways. I hope he fishes well.
I head out of the car park & walk downstream. I notice theres little wind & no cloud cover.
My intension today is to fish from Langdom Beck to High Force, A tall order to anyone who knows this river.
I try to ignore the stretches i fished a couple of weeks before but i cant. I've got to have a dabble.
Me havin a dabble. Shocking posture!! Theres no wonder my back is killing me after a day out with the rod.
The high sun is making things a little difficult today, stretches that had fish in last time round produce no takes at all.
I change flies, a team of spiders? No. A team of Goldheads in the deeper pools? they just about do it.
I pick up the odd fish as i move more swiftly through the river towards High Force. Will i make it?
Just how do you get a photo like this whilst fishing on your own?
Easy. 1. Find a fence post. 2 set the 10 second delay. 3 pickup rod & run like hell. 4 trip up, roll down the bank in to river, pick yourself up & exercise stupid pose like nothing had happened!!!
What a knobhead!!
Monday was hard going, it was very warm & sunny.
I tried alot of different flies & tactics & ended the day with around a dozen fish, But the main thing is i really enjoyed myself fishing with the toothpick.
I never made it to High Force, There where far to many runs to seduce me on the way. I'll keep that for another trip.
Regards Stevie.
A three hour drive north & i find myself in at the High force gift shop buying a two day ticket to fish a river that just keeps calling me back.
My intension this time is to fish between Cauldron Snout & Widdybank farm, A stretch i haven't explored on this fantastic river before.
The weather aint to bad, overcast, a little windy & around 8 degrees.
I park next to Cow Green Res & make my way to Cauldron Snout.
This is Cauldron Snout.
A thundering body of water falling around fifty feet into the pool below.
A careful hike down to this level & what a sight there is before me. The noise, draft & drama is awe inspiring.
I set up & wade across to the pool bottom left of the shot, im curious to see if it contains fish.
I cast out a dry & a fish comes to the fly, i miss it.
I shake my head, i cant believe there are fish just feet from tons of cascading water.
Another half dozen casts & nothing so i make my way fifty yards down stream to another likely pool.
I miss a dozen fish in a row, the takes are bullet fast, these aint Derbyshire Derwent trout there far quicker to the take & beat themselves sometimes.
Off comes the dry & on with some Tenkara style flies.
I tie on the flies i posted to the forum a few weeks ago. I also use the flies orangeotter tied for me, all with good results.
I start to sharpen up & connect with fish.
On being hooked & feeling the rod tension each fish leaps into the air several times before a short struggle, i wet my hand before bringing them in to admire.
I press on working the river & catching fish to around 3/4 of a pound in the above wonderful surroundings.
I break for lunch around 2 o'clock on the bank & in the flowers.
What could be better? A scotch egg thats what, im starving!!
After i've had my fill & given into the begging dog, i see a good hatch of olives, the swallows see it first & are darting about.
Back on with a dry. And what an afternoon to come.
A random rock. One of hundreds if not thousands on this river.
My method wind permittiing is to stand around a rod length to a rod length & ahalf down stream & just place the fly into the calm water behind the rock, leave all line off the water.
The control with the T rod here is fantasic & you can keep the fly in the zone for aslong as you wish.
9 times out of 10 a spotted demon shoots from the depths to engulf the offering. Hit or miss you've always got another zillion rocks to go at.
I fish on.
From lunch through to 9pm, its getting dark. Im around an hour from the car so i make my way back to Cow Green.
I've had a Wonderful day, somewhere in the region of 40 fish.
This is the scene that greets me at Cow Green, Stunning.
I set up the tent, and sit back in my chair with a beer & soak up the atmosphere, The only noise are Redshanks falling out with each other in the heather.
Monday 4th June.
Im up & pack everything away. Im heading down to Widdybank farm.
As i pull up in the car park i see a gentleman in waders walking towards me.
Whats that in his right hand? Its a Tenkara rod!
We shake hands introduce ourselves. He tells me he's from London & has been fishing Scourie in the scottish north east all week & thought he'd drop down to the Tees on his way home.
His rod is a Yamane its the only other T rod apart from my own i've ever seen in the flesh. I compare it to mine. It makes the Ebisu look like a tooth pick.
We chat for a while about the usual stuff, lines, flies & fish etc.
We shake hands again, wish each other well & both go our own ways. I hope he fishes well.
I head out of the car park & walk downstream. I notice theres little wind & no cloud cover.
My intension today is to fish from Langdom Beck to High Force, A tall order to anyone who knows this river.
I try to ignore the stretches i fished a couple of weeks before but i cant. I've got to have a dabble.
Me havin a dabble. Shocking posture!! Theres no wonder my back is killing me after a day out with the rod.
The high sun is making things a little difficult today, stretches that had fish in last time round produce no takes at all.
I change flies, a team of spiders? No. A team of Goldheads in the deeper pools? they just about do it.
I pick up the odd fish as i move more swiftly through the river towards High Force. Will i make it?
Just how do you get a photo like this whilst fishing on your own?
Easy. 1. Find a fence post. 2 set the 10 second delay. 3 pickup rod & run like hell. 4 trip up, roll down the bank in to river, pick yourself up & exercise stupid pose like nothing had happened!!!
What a knobhead!!
Monday was hard going, it was very warm & sunny.
I tried alot of different flies & tactics & ended the day with around a dozen fish, But the main thing is i really enjoyed myself fishing with the toothpick.
I never made it to High Force, There where far to many runs to seduce me on the way. I'll keep that for another trip.
Regards Stevie.
