Forget Me Not


Posted on June 26, 2010 - Filed Under Fish, Fishing, Fishing Diary

I first visited the river Dane as a little lad. I remember walking down to the river with my Dad, on reaching it saying “How do we get over the stream Dad, to reach the river?” When we saw someone fishing we could not believe it!! What was even harder to believe was the quality fish we went on to catch over the following years. The little river has taught me so much about fishing and rivers in general. When the Dane is low and clear it’s like your own wild aquarium. Time spent on her banks allows you the privileged glimpse of river life. I had took Phil on the Dane a few years back, the promise of a Grayling and also knowledge that he would appreciate this little gem. It was with the same thoughts as I approached the river with Pete. For us a new river or swim is like being a kid again, It’s not just about what we catch but what we may catch, the challenge of reading the water. The bend on the rod is just the icing on the cake. It’s been great to see the faces of my fishing mates when they have seen these little treasures, and when the first run has brought the promised fish the gift has more than been repaid by the big smiles. The weather was warm and the river low and clear, still sparkling though and full of promise. Even though less than a mile away from the every day bustle of man. We felt we were in our own wilderness I’m sure the last float to run down that glide would have been my own last year. So we fished I think Pete would have watched his float run down that first glide quite happily all night. After a couple of fish and a lot of coaxing I did get him to wander a little. It was worth it as he caught a good Grayling of a pound or so. We had the most lovely evening even the battle through the scrub is part of the adventure. The final yards before you burst through to the river is still full of wonder. The Dane changes so much a glide that held fish last year may not this, even worse the glide may not even exist. The upside that many new ones are created. The plague of Minnows did not hamper us much, the cold winter may have hit the numbers?? It makes 16 on the list!! I promised myself a couple of years back, that I would take in more my fishing and the rivers that I visit. I may of wrote this before, I sort of was thinking of the good times with my Dad, and it struck me that the last time we made our way back to the car some years ago he probably would have thought he would be back, some weeks later, maybe months but life’s not like that. Every time I leave now I say my own little thanks , “I’m appreciative of the Time” I finished the evening with the perfect fish for this water the Lady of the stream!! Two happy anglers ready for next time ….. “God willing!!”

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