I managed to find a few days to get up to The Yorkshire Dales with Phil and fish on the River Ure. A real unspoilt place tghat was made even better this year because of the numbers of wild flowers around. We may be moaning about the weather but it has done wonders for the spring flowers. The farmers here are leaving the fields and growing hay but the buttercups make it a very bright place.
The water levels were a little low and there was not much flow but the warmer weather did create a small hatch and there were a few fish rising to duns and buzzers. Just my type of fishing at the moment as i walked up the river looking for rising fish but being distracted by wildlife sandpipers, flycatchers, oystercatchers and some cute fledgelings. My first fish i saw across the far bank under a tree rise a few times and i slowley got into position creeping up behind the bank and then kneeling a the side of a tree. It rose another couple of times while i was there and a black klink cast just upstream and the surface came alive as it hammered the fly, yes!
As the evening went on it got a little quiet and after 9 o'clock i was at the bridge and ready to head for a pint. Phil came along about ready to go too when a fish rose and i cast and suprisingly he took, a lovely brown.
We decided to stay and miss the fish and chips but i had another couple and it was more than compensation.
The next day wasn't great as it was quite windy and cool and there were not many fish rising at all so we decided to try out the beck in the afternoon. At the top was this waterfall - what a brilliant place to fish, i can't beleive Phil didn't get one.
The water levels were a little low and there was not much flow but the warmer weather did create a small hatch and there were a few fish rising to duns and buzzers. Just my type of fishing at the moment as i walked up the river looking for rising fish but being distracted by wildlife sandpipers, flycatchers, oystercatchers and some cute fledgelings. My first fish i saw across the far bank under a tree rise a few times and i slowley got into position creeping up behind the bank and then kneeling a the side of a tree. It rose another couple of times while i was there and a black klink cast just upstream and the surface came alive as it hammered the fly, yes!
As the evening went on it got a little quiet and after 9 o'clock i was at the bridge and ready to head for a pint. Phil came along about ready to go too when a fish rose and i cast and suprisingly he took, a lovely brown.
We decided to stay and miss the fish and chips but i had another couple and it was more than compensation.
The next day wasn't great as it was quite windy and cool and there were not many fish rising at all so we decided to try out the beck in the afternoon. At the top was this waterfall - what a brilliant place to fish, i can't beleive Phil didn't get one.
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