I'm knackered! Gary, Alex and I fished The Wye today around Bakewell. We started the day with a full English breakfast in Ashbourne, before heading to The Peacock at Rowsley to collect our day tickets and pick up a few flies (small BWO's that are too fiddly for me to tie, and stock up on Philip White active mayfly duns ready for next season).
We started fishing around 10am from the Recreation ground and worked upstream. The Peacock water is dry fly only (no emerger patterns) and no wading. As usual, we agreed the 'rules of engagement' with an elaborate points system; with grayling getting top points, browns next and rainbows least, plus points for first and biggest fish. Gary was first in, with Alex and I quick to follow. The day got hotter and the fishing got tougher, although a few were caught here and there.
We next drove up to the top end of the Haddon Estate water at Lakeside. None of us had fished this stretch before. It was tough to access in parts, with heavier tree cover. Gary managed a good grayling.
A short walk further upstream and we were at Ashford in the Water, where we stopped for a couple of pints. We had hoped for a pub lunch but they stopped serving food at 2pm, and shut their doors at 3pm. We made do with an ice cream and headed back downstream, starting to fish again below the Riverside Industrial Estate. The fish were rising and I took a few on olive paraduns.
Continuing downstream we got to Bakewell, which was manic. It was the Bakewell Carnival and the town was full of revellers. Our plan was to move quickly through the town and start fishing again below the showground, but Alex couldn't resist the lunkers in the town waters. He had a nice brownie below the road bridge and lost one of the chip-bellied 'bows that sit under the foot bridges, in front of big crowd. Two drunken girls fired questions at him throughout, with one of them declaring 'He's won one, he's won a fish!', as if it were a goldfish in bag. We skirted the funfair, though were tempted to cast a line at the hook-a-duck stall. Below the showground and the heavens opened. Not wearing waders, the long grass soaked our feet and trousers. To make matters worse, the meadows were full of horse flies which are a real pain when you're clammy and damp.
The last hour before dark was the most productive fishing. At times, Gary was catching a fish a cast on a paradun whilst Alex was using micro dries in the failing light. We bumped into Peter (Marxach on flyforums) who'd had a good day but suffered with horse flies too.At 10pm my body was telling me that I'd had enough after 12 hours fishing and miles of walking. I got back to the car at Fisherman's car park, poured the water out of my walking boots and put on some dry socks.
Gary took honours for the day with 25+ fish, then Alex. I took the wooden spoon but was happy with 15+ fish (2 browns, no grayling, the rest wild rainbows).






















