Variety is the spice of life!

by Andy Ormrod

 

Since I last wrote a blog piece I’ve been really busy with work. I sure it’s the same all over the country, give or take a week or so, it’s been the school half term week here in Bolton. This means that I’ve been out on the banks of my local fishery on most days with small groups of young anglers or dad and lad pairs helping them to get to grips with a bit of maggot drowning. I also work with youngsters and “not so” youngsters showing them the ropes with their carp fishing and I’ve recently been on the banks conducting a number of carp tutorials too. All this has meant that I’ve not had a great deal of opportunity to get much of my own fishing done. I’m not complaining at all, but I’m sure many of you are able to identify with me here when I say that sometimes it’s great to get out and just do a bit of fishing, any fishing. I love helping my clients to learn about our sport and develop their knowledge but I also like catching a few myself and so when my fishing buddy Simon invited me to spend a day fly fishing with him and Jimmy, his father in law, I jumped at the chance.

 

 

To let you know when I was around ten years old I lived close to a fantastically patient and kind chap called Colin who ran a local fly angling club. Colin introduced me to the fly fishing world and subsequently he took me under his wing and taught me to cast, choose flies, read conditions and generally fly fish for reservoir trout. He also tipped my Mum off as to when the regular stocking of “suicidal Rainbows” was going to take place in order for a very keen young fly angler to really fill his boots!

I hadn’t cast a fly in anger since these days of my early youth and after a bit of counting, I realised that this amounted to somewhere in the region of twenty five years or so. Like me Simon and Jimmy hadn’t done a great deal of fly fishing recently and so we turned up at the fishery really more in hope than expectation. Our time on the bank flew by; it saw us moving between the well stocked pools at Pennine Fishery. Some of our casting left a little to be desired but in general each of us found our feet and took our fair share of fish. The fishery didn’t want me to take photographs of fish which would be returned to the water as they felt it was a possible danger to the well being of the fish, we equally didn’t want to dispatch any fish just for a picture and so you’ll have to believe me when I say that we had fourteen trout between us. I did however, manage to capture a couple of photographs of the beautiful surrounding scenery which happen to have either Simon, Jimmy or myself playing an angry trout towards the net!

 

 

I’ve got to say that we had a brilliant day and I loved every minute. It’s possible that booking eight hours of fly fishing having not done it in twenty five years has taken its toll on my right arm, shoulder and back but that’s beside the point. What has occurred to me whilst reflecting on the day is that sometimes it really is good to get out and try a new aspect of fishing. I truly believe that taking a view point and influences from one style and applying them to another type of fishing will definitely pay dividends and those of us, myself included, who pigeonhole ourselves as a certain type of angler at the exclusion of other styles really are missing out.

Tight lines!

Andy.

 


Andy Ormrod is a licensed angling coach

 

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