Walking along the river there were swarms of Mayfly above head and a good amount on the water, bobbing about doing there buisness. Many fish were taking the Drake, but some rising fish seemed preoccupied with something else which baffled me a little.
The brownie below was my favorite fish caught as I worked extremely hard making many casts at the rock face thats pictured below this picture. I could see the fish rising a couple of inches from the rock, and laying my line over the crosscurrents was near impossible, but eventually after trickling my fly down the rock humpteen times I got the most savage take resulting in a great fight bringing it back to my side of the Dove.
Below is a picture of recently stocked fish wich gave a good account of itself if I'm honest, and although I'd prefer to keep things wild, these stockies give some less capable fishers a chance of action, especially as some rarely venture out until this time of year. Another thing I should mention is I landed 18 fish and only 2 resembled Daniel Lambert.
On the whole a great day with most fish taking Yellow Drakes along with the `Ballooon Caddis of course. My brother summed the day up nicely when he said " Its not quite Duffers Fortnight - but its getting close".