An early alarm could only mean one thing, a days fishing !!
As any good tackle tart, all my kit was prepared the night before. Flies selected and boxed, everything from the finest hand tied pheasant tail to the home made booby nymphs (why do they call them nymphs??)
Flask filled and sandwiches in hand, a quick 20 minute drive to Foremark, 07:15 and people already tackled up and ready to go. The regulars where all running for their usual spot, running not being my thing I hiked over to the far point at the end of flamingo bay. The wind was blowing up and coming straight over my head, so on with the DI3 and a hand tied fritz. Not long until the first fish, a hard fighting rainbow of about 2lb. Nothing but catching the bottom, so on with the floater and a gold head hares ear in black. A slow figure of eight and many missed takes saw another 4 the bank.
Went very dead until about 11 when Keith started taking fish to the Montanna in green and black, again a very slow retrieve. On went my own version and like magic another 3 to the bank. Finished the day with 10 on the bank, should have been triple that with all the takes. A fine days sport, and a good bit of banter with the boys (Ron Thompson Club!!).
Viva la Simms fellow tackle tarts !!
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