An interesting effect that Covid has had is that fishing has been mentioned on the news and social media a great deal, with fly fishing in particular being hailed for its therapeutic qualities . It perhaps feels strange to some that such an abstract obsession can have such a positive effect on your psyche, for me it just reinforces what I have always known that it is the closest thing to meditation I have ever indulged in . My wife also acknowledges the benefit always referring to it as my Prozac. The effects are very real and the club I help to run has seen a big increase in membership enquiries , the waiting list is longer now than I ever remember clearly people are looking for something different .
However apart from the love of fishing and the memories What he did leave me was his love of a certain fish and now probably my favourite too. he was a Coarse angler and loved the Roach but the Grayling Ah the grayling that was his favourite river fish and these days it is mine , I remember fishing the Yorkshire Derwent with him about half a century ago and he caught one that at the time seemed huge and was probably around the magical 2lb mark I really don`t recall him ever being so excited at the capture of anything else.
So last week I was out on the river fly fishing for Grayling , The day was cold , a little breezy but the grayling eventually came out to play for an hour or so. My dads hat was doffed to the best fish of the day pictured above , I am sure he would have appreciated the gesture. I think it brought me luck. It will definitely be on my head again when I pursue the lady of the stream.