The thick weed gives cover for fish and insects alike. Laying on the bank looking through the polaroids an odd fish or fin will betray the fish hiding under the weed ,
A recent after work spell was such an evening . Arriving at the river well after six, there was no rush not till between seven and eight or even later will the fun start, I inspected the catch returns in the box , no fish reports for the last three days meant a nice undisturbed stretch the last few reports were patchy a few good ones and one reporting no fish but three otters. I walked to the bottom of the fishery noting the clarity and lack of rising fish. But I was not down beat that magical last hour of light was still a way of. As I walked I noticed a recent otter kill and lots of tracks. A kingfisher and a stoat making its way along the path all were welcome distractions. The river looked stunning .
At about 8 the first riser was spotted but I botched the cast and put it down. But fish were starting to feed and about half a dozen followed in the next hour or so no big fish but all wildies and of a good size great fun on a little three weight. My usual stripped quill cdc was ignored and I took a flier on a larger hackled version as there were larger olives and medium sized sedges hatching . The fly did the trick and as the light faded and temp dropped the river came alive . Then at about 9.30 it was as if someone flicked a switch and not a rise was to be seen. I sat on a seat and watched the river for 10 minutes before packing up . Only the kingfishers were still busy flying back and forth . "The evening rise" is indeed a special time a gift of summer not to be missed.