A bit of a mad idea, but I picked up Jeep socks straight after work. We motored up the M6 and hit loads of crawling traffic until we got well clear of the Manchester area and then plain sailing to Junction 38.
Over the top of the pennines or penines, if you prefer; we had to drive through the clouds in dim light which slowed us down a bit.
Anyway, we arrived at The Strathmore Arms; in the middle of nowhere ('there's nowt here for you lads!) and joined John Tyzack and the rest of the crew for a swift pint before freshening up and an evening meal.
JT with his LTD fly holder |
Outside the pub, this little critter decided to have a drink in the middle of the road. I rescued him/her twice! |
Back to the bar and it was well packed! We couldn’t even get a seat. THE BAND WAS ON! Two guys and a ‘guest’ providing the entertainment. A great night was had by all. I shall say no more!
Jon in 'pulling' mode. I have a few videos. One of me falling over! |
Following day, a bit worse for wear and after a hearty breakfast we drove towards our destination, after stopping to pick up our permits from the local very friendly ironmongers.
We tackled up and after a ‘hair of the dog’ that was kindly provided by Keith we began our instruction and the fishing.
Cheers Keith!
Jon listening to Andy and taking it all in!
A swollen river, more tuition. |
Beautiful but mainly ful' |
Jon and me were instructed by Andy, a super guy who tried very hard to get us to do the upstream duo. With the downstream wind and our utter lack of technique, Andy soon realised we were really the useless Lion Tamers. How hard he worked to get us doing it right!
OK we had the odd rise, hooked a couple but we retiered for lunch fishless. Everyone else caught! Sorry Andy, our fault!
The afternoon was a bit different.
JT had a coaching chat with us and we came to the conclusion that the downstream dry would be easier for us. Basically we just couldn't cast against the downstream wind. So down the edge, exploring every bit of slower water we could find.
We didn’t look back and had a take nearly every cast. I ended up in double figures so was well chuffed. I would never have believed fish would take a dry in these conditions. I am not posting details. Book a day with JT and he’ll show you how.
Lovely. JT said it must be a stockie! |
Next morning, Jon and me checked out as we would be only fishing the morning session and had to depart at lunchtime.
JT made me spend a hour in 'THE TYRES' because of my poor performance on day 1. |
We headed to Cauldron Snout and after parking the cars we all negotiated the dodgy rocks down the side of the waterfall to the valley base.
Me, just glad to get down alive!
Looking down at the Tees. |
JT in the river. I'd have been washed down to High Force and curtains. |
Jon taking a break on 'Heart break hill'. |
Dropped Jonny Jeep Socks off three hours later and we couldn’t walk properly. Our legs had gone!
Check out the new LTD shirt. Here I am Dreaming the Dream! |
KNACKERED
What a fabulous blog - even though I was there I am filled with a sense of excitement. You paint a picture in photo's like Renoir, and a story text just like Roald Dahl. The tales of the Liontamers remind me of the Famous Five. Spiffing ! With Hedge dog in the frame, I feel like I'm watching Tales of The Riverbank too!! But they would never match your 12 inch wild dark brownie - a fish so beautiful. Hail to the tutalage of Mr T on the head of the Tees.
ReplyDeleteAnyway, lets hope your County Durham ladies don't follow you back down to The Potteries for more romance !! Your dance moves are reveared worldwide.
The Apprentice
No chance of that Jonny boy! I was very vexed with the address you gave them.
ReplyDeleteBig shame Bone could not make it. Stop saying 12 inches instead of 4. Some day you will get found out!
Was a great weekend. I'm still buzzing.
It is also true that women have a knack where fishing is concerned.
I have to say though. I think we learned more than we could ever imagined. I am glad the river was daft high. Two inches, yes Jon, two inches from the bank and little pockets.
ReplyDeleteWaiting for a flood on the Trent at Bucknall to nail those big buggers
Yes we have the knack, chuckle. Great to meet you both. Glad you had a good time, I was there to learn too! Very enjoyable.
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