Quack Quack

Second visit to the Coquet, second duck.

Wednesday after work I shot up to Pauperhaugh for my second (rushed) dip of the season. Parked at the bridge and walked downstream a ways to a likely looking pool with lots of overhanging branches and fishy riffles.

Over the past few days Ive been researching replacement rods as a birthday present to myself. So I took out the 7'6" Odyssey 4# as this is the closest to the size rod im considering (vision Cult).

Tied on a olive dry and began prospecting. Managed to catch some salad on a backcast and lost the first fly. Decided to try New Zealand style with a Klinkhamer and gold ribbed hares ear. Caught an overhanging branch after 10 minutes.

The bulls in the adjacent field began to congregate at the waters edge, probably getting a closer look to have a laugh, so decided it was time to move on.

Having lost all self respect I thought I would try a bit of nymphing near the bridge, there had to fish there? I even stooped so low as to try out a 'thingymabob' I know, I know, a kick in the pants from dangling a worm, but i was frustrated. Not a thing. Even managed to turn my tippet into a spring when i tangled around a bit of old fence in the water.

if fish lived in trees...

Back on with a dry and black spider on the dropper and up the river we go.

Next stretch saw fish rising.....fantastic, i can do this. Got a nibble then nowt more. Managed to tangle me tipped though. As i was bankside cutting off the mess a number of rises caught my attention. I was in such a rush to get at the fish I didnt measure out enough tippet and ended up with an adams 600mm from my leader. The sun was setting by now so I decided to try anyway. Of course no fish came near my sorry excuse for a cast which wasn't long enough  to turn over properly.

The end of the session turned into casting practice as it so often does (too late to find another spot, too stubbon to admit complete defeat). In my efforts to get a short leader to turn over I created the mother of all wind knots (too much force knot). This tangle was monumental, a knot of gordian proposions. The furled leader was dead. it was time to trudge back to the car and then home to wine.

A fishing trip best put down to experience. I will not be wasting any money on an expensive rod very soon. That would be folly. I may search out a fishing guide / ghillie though I think that may be money better spent.

The Coquet is a beautiful river though.