Well it happened once again with the rain coming in and making the main rivers unfishable and deadly again.
With the rivers being out I knew that the streams would be the best bet and most often or not they are totally fishable even when the rivers are way up. My good mate Lewy fancied a change from the bigger rivers and sewin fishing so this was a good opportunity to do so, so the stream it was.
We set off around 12 taking it easy just thinking we would just have a few hours out and be home early to keep the wives happy ;) The stream was not untouched by the heavy rains and she was pushing and coloured but it can fish quite well in these condition and from past experiences I knew that it would clear later on in the day. Dry fly was not an option so it was nymphing till the river cleared, I was looking out for fish on the fin but it was just pushing too much and too coloured. There was an abundance of stone flies hanging in the air and a few olives but it made no difference what was hatching in the conditions.
Sion fishing a fine pool below.
Sion took a few out of this pool and after the takes dried up he worked his way around the pocket water above doing the same by taking fish from every little crease and pocket There was no signs of the river clearing at this point and with a few odd showers we didn’t expect it to really.
As we moved around the stream, we both took turns fishing spots and going fish for fish, many fish were caught and every one of them were beautiful little gems. I took a lot of photos throughout the few hours we were out and usually i’m the one behind the camera but Lewy took over for some time catching a few shots of me holding a few little gems
I’ll leave you with a few photos of the day below.
Why is it that every time you book a date to meet up with your mates and fish, the heavens open and smash your plans to bits.
Well I woke up at 8am to the sound of rain yet again against the window and the sight of black skies. First thing I done was check the river levels of the taff and its colour. Its only over the bank where I live and I can see a fair bit of the river from my window. It was a little high and with a slight colour to it but fishable. After a quick chat on the phone to Toby about the conditions he was on his way over with Nicholas
It wasnt long before the boys turned up and we were all on our way to fish the Rhondda. By this time the rain was coming down hard and it wasnt looking good for the river. The problem with the Rhondda is that there are so many run offs from the streets and roads that any good amount of rain affects the level and colour. In the space of getting the gear on and setting up, the river was totally unfishable, very disappointing for the boys traveling so far. It was a quick think and we were on our way to the clydach to try to make the most of the day. At this time, the heaven opened up yet again and the day looked to be a disaster. It was really disappointing and I kind of gave up and thought there was no point of going on but we pressed on and had a look . When we checked the stream out it was looking perfect and totally fishable but it wasnt for long. About half hour in with a few small trout to hand the river just went like soup :( Mother nature was against us this day. But myself, im damn sure its Toby’s fault, Stormbringer as I call him. After following Nicholas up-stream and watching him take a few trout out of the soup, we all decided to make a move. On the way back down to the car and after a little chat, we decided to give the Rhondda another look. I didn’t expect much but when we got there the river was running much clearer and looking not too bad. It was still running with a fair old flow but we were just busting to wet a line. For the conditions, we all set up on the french leader with a mix of heavy nymphs. I found myself in the middle of a long fast flowing run with a fair old depth to it so i cast the leader around 10ft up river and laid it on the water. As the indicator came close I rose it out of the water and for a second the indicator stopped so I struck and fish on, on the first cast too. It was looking good. We all made up for the lack of fishing and with a good number of fish to hand. It was great to finally catch a few and give the boys a bit of fun. It all turned out quite well at the end and here are a few photos of our trip out
Toby below with a fine Rhondda trout on the line.
My last trout of the day.
I found myself planning a trip to the clydach with a bunch of friends this weekend,Ceri Sweeny, Toby Jefferies and Nicholas Steedman. Due to the weather we been having here in south wales it was the only chance to wet a line in the stream, all the rivers in the area where all in flood and just unfishable. I blame Toby, Storm bringer as i call him, every time he even thinks of coming over into wales the clouds open up and all hell breaks loose ;).
The day started out outside my home where we all met at 9am and after a chat we made a move to the clydach, It wasnt the best of mornings with heavy cloud cover and the threat of rain looming. After a short drive ,we arrived at the clydach and me and Nicholas went down the bank to see how it was running, but before we even got there we could hear the stream raging in the valley. It must have been the highest ive ever seen it and was running with heavy colour but it didn’t stop us giving it a going over. Due to the condition with high colour and raging water it was all down to the klink and dink. High bright pink post klink and a Hares ear red tag . As there was four of us we split up, me and Ceri headed up river a few hundred yards away from the other boys so it wasnt so crowded. Ceri was the first to step in and in no time at all he was into his first fish of the morning.
Ceri Sweeney quickly bringing a wild browny to hand in no time at all below.
As we moved on up stream fishing the back ends of the runs and pools going fish for fish we were quickly getting into good numbers and some lovely looking wild trout. With the water pushing it made the fight so much better and on a few occasions we had to give chase down river a few yards when hooking into a better size fish. After a while, i gave Nicholas a ring to see how things were going down stream and after a quick chat ,Nic was on his way up and from there we all stuck together and all took turns fishing each run and pool we come across. I have to say it was Nicholas’s first visit to the stream and fair play he was doing really well with a good number of trout to hand and some really fine looking trout too. It was a pleasure fishing with him again and by the looks on his face i think he really enjoyed the day.
Nicholas below with a fine stream trout.
As the day went on the rain decided to put an appearance in giving us all a good dowsing but it didnt dampen the spirts.We took this opportunity to have a break in the cover of the trees and have a bite to eat and a chat. After just a short time the rain stopped and we commenced fishing. Immeadiatly, we were all back in the zone as i call it, catching trout in the back end of the runs and along side the fast water. I don’t think it could have got any better the fishing or the company. We come up on one run and Nicholas was kind enough to take a short video of me using the klink and dink with a little success.
As we all moved up stream we started to fish water i have never fished and i have to say it was just perfect. It was a little tighter than the lower waters but made good fishing and tested the casting skills. By this time the stream started to drop and clear up a little so Toby and myself set up the dry and give it a whirl. We did have a few fast takes but nothing really was interested for some reason. Maybe they were just hooked on the nymphs because of the flood water, i don’t know. So back on the nymphs and back into the fish straight away. We all had many more fish to hand but time was flying at this point and due to the long walk back and the drive back for Toby and Nicholas it was that time to leave. It was a cracking day out and i enjoyed the company and the fishing was just outstanding. What more can you want.
I’ll leave you with a few more photos of the fine fish we caught
Toby below with a fine trout.
I just love looking at these colours on these wild stream trout, just beautiful.