Down to Fishing
Eventually walking downstream I left the all my river champion companions behind as many were angling coaches and I assumed nobody would need any help from me. Once under the canopy I found peace and solitude in the middle of this huge city with just the odd dog bark, kids playing/screaming and an ice cream van to remind me where I was. Meeting up with a fine shoal of ladies I persuaded them to try my wares - size 18 F fly, JT Olive and I began to get amongst this large pocket of grayling ending with a dozen beauties in my hand. I kid you not these fish are like lightening and you quickly have to find the zone to connect with them after being left with egg on yer face for a few takes.
I turned about face and with my Larry's Pride I made my way back upstream picking of a few trout on the way, all small but perfectly formed and a joy to inspect like the grayling. This bit of free fishing is superb for locals, especially for the kids and I did pass a few along my travels who proved courteous and sociable which made a refreshing change.
This picture I took below of a local into a trout speaks volumes for Sheffield, showing folk, should you wish to get away from it all, excellent fly fishing is really just a hop, skip and a jump away from the hustle and bustle of City life. Just in case you river fanatics are screaming about that that huge weir named Niagara by the locals, plans have been made for a new fish pass to be built soon, so breath again.