What that means is that I can be guilty of neglecting all other approachs and try to cling on to the surface fly when Autumn is here. I am not a dry fly snob but I will often persevere with the dry when I could catch more with a nymph.
This weekend saw such a trip the fish above was the only one that I could persuade to come to the surface . The last hour I resorted to a heavy pink shrimp and caught three more. I feel sure fishing the nymph sooner would have given results.
Thirty or forty years years ago I would not have given all of this a thought all that was important was catching fish, lots of them. The pleasure arose from the capture and not from the method employed or the surroundings. When I was eleven I fished with a teacher at my school, it was due to him I first held a fly rod, He showed me how to catch chub with a black gnat on his split cane rod with a silk line. I was fascinated and that day lit a spark that smouldered for years till I was able to take up the fly rod for myself.
When I met him many years later he revealed he had given up fishing he said that he still loved fly fishing but that for him the climax was to get the fish to rise and the subsequent playing and landing and unhooking of the fish was merely a further distraction and had even become an unpleasurable experience. I dont beleive that my own thoughts will ever head to that conclusion but I find it fascinating that one sport can generate so many views and feelings.