It often happens that we plan something, imagine the event, we have high hopes and it comes out different. Such an adventure happened a few days ago. The good part is that it came out much better than could have been planed.
After almost a month of abstinence from fishing, during I managed to break a rod (but that is another story) I decided that after a night shift to go fishing. Since I was thinking about something light, a creek with smaller but wild
and spirited fish,
czech nymphing was a good option. I took the nymph box with me but also a smaller one with some
dry and wet flies but not too many. I knew pretty well the water
considering that I made the last fishing there less than
two years ago.
It was a sunny and windless
morning and after finishing work I got
in the car and went to the place in question to get my fishing license for the
day. Great was my surprise,
arrived at the scene to find out from local authorities that the fishing license was accorded only to tourists with accommodation
in the area and I
certainly did not fit into this category.
‘Damn’ ... I thought and
began to seek a bailout of the day. The nearest river was about
10 km away, a section where only dry fly fishing is allowed. I
didn’t had to many dries with me but a few that
I wanted to test as soon as possible.
I have found one of these patterns
on the Internet a few months ago and I tied 4 flies on hooks size 12.
It is a variant of the jingler with a CDC wing.
Arrived at the new destination, I took the fishing license then armed
with the necessary went upstream.
The river was full of greenery so even if I
wished didn’t had a better choice than a dry
fly. The fish in this river
are very cautious, most of them having a ‘Ph.D. in dry flies’, which makes
them very selective.
I tied one of the new creations about I told you earlier,
covered up the
CDC with a bit of
grease, lit the
cigar I held
between my teeth for more than half on hour an began false casting with a 'let's
see what happens' in mind.
Surface activity
was minimal, although a lot gray and brown little
flies were dancing on the water surface.
Blown by a light breeze, my fly landed on the water surface and during the next
second I had the first attack and the first fish caught on that day. I thought it was just
pure coincidence and without
too much bother I've
cast in the same area.
In the moment I wanted
to pick up the fly
from the water surface came next attack.
During the day I realized that it wasn’t just pure coincidence, the fish have followed one after
the other, my fly was a real killer
pattern. Going by
the principle of 'never change
a winning team' I
fished all day with the same
fly. After about 5 hours of fishing
I went back home to
get some rest because I was the whole week on night shift.
Rarely have I seen a fly that made
havoc among the fish
like this modified jingler. In the next post I’ll
present the pattern step-by-step and hope
your results will be at least as good as mine.
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