River Wylye
Salisbury & District Angling Club
The sun was out and so was I. Into the car and off. The forecast for Saturday was terrible, so Friday was quickly and unanimously voted a day off. (Only one vote cast, no abstentions). I drove down the Wylye valley in glorious sunshine.
The river looked lovely. Even though there appears to be a resident pair on swans on the beat, the weed is growing well. There was a good flow of water and it was delightfully clear. What wasn't apparent whilst driving in the car was the strength of the wind. A challenge for the casting, particularly accuracy and delicacy. The grayling didn't seem to mind, they were keen to feed.
There were plenty of grayling and bigger ones too; more than before. Why? Where had the big girls and boys been on previous visits? The strength of these lovely fish was impressive as they worked with the current to resist the pull of the line. The first wild trout also made an appearance. It was as if the fish knew that soon the grayling season would end and that of the trout begin. Fishing is full of questions. Certainly enough to keep an old brain active.