Friday saw my last river trout fishing trip of the year, although there are a couple of days left I cant see me getting on another river for trout this year . Sadly my local beck is almost completely dry and so I am unable to end the season as I normally do on a trip on my home water. The season is ending with our local streams and rivers truly down to their bones, I just hope that we have a proper winter with snow melt to get down into the aquifers. My last trip was to Foston where although low the springs have kept up a reasonable flow. I took a guest, after years of enjoying angling as a purely solitary pursuit in the last few years I have increasingly enjoyed the pleasure of sharing a day with a fellow angler. The conversation and crack with the right companion only adds to the day. As it was the day blessed us with enough fish and the conditions were sufficiently challenging to make it feel as though we earned our victories.
During this strange season I must confess that I can not think of one fish that has come to my hand that was worthy of serious note , not one that would be considered worthy of a being called a trophy or required me to reach into that inside pocket of the waistcoat where the scales were put on season day one . I had my eyes on a couple of big old boys in Foston Beck that I estimated between 3 and 4 lb and it was through gritted teeth that one evening I congratulated a fellow angler for the capture of a fine brownie at 3lb 12oz....Moreover the days themselves have been pretty much without note it has been as if the days themselves served only to seperate me from those aspects of life that we all endure from time to time , I suppose when I look back my heart just hasnt been 100% in it with to many distractions in the rest of my life . The highlights were a guided day on the Ure that was booked a year ago and the first few trips on a new river as much for the expectation as for the reality. But the stark truth is though that what the fishing has allowed me to do is from time to time to step away from those challenges that life throws at you. It is of course that perpetual sense of the unknown. Will the next cast be the fish of the season or even a lifetime?. That is what keeps me coming back .
As for the Pictures well they are a couple of trout from the last few trips , and a bloke in a river casting to a rising fish. Which just about sums my season up nicely .