Having
a few days off, I started to think where to go fishing. The idea of
catching trout or grayling didn't satisfied me, probably cause I
caught almost salmonides the entire year. My thoughts quickly ran to
the fish that opened the gates of fly fishing for me, the chub. The
rivers had low water levels during the last days and I chose a
tributary of the Danube which resembles almost perfectly with the
river on which I cast my first flies many years ago.
Since
the mercury past 30 ° during the last days and the water temperature
was more than pleasant I completely gave up waders.
Food
is abundant in the summertime. Wasps, grasshoppers and other insects
land unwittingly on the water surface contributing to the grande
bouffe. Chub is a customary guest of this culinary orgy.
In
this case I use to fish with wet flies. I always have my catchy trio
in my box: wet wasp, wet grasshopper and a black fly.
The
results were not long waited and fish made their appearance with the
first casts. Most of them I caught on the wasp imitation and had
between 1 and 3 lbs. Although the drills were rather average, the
strikes were like cannon shots, firm and strong.
A
snap on the surface caught my attention and I immediately cast in that
area. Instantly I felt the strike in my rod. This time I had a bigger
fish on the other end of the line. After a few minutes I had the fish
in my net. It seems that my wet flies were also appreciated by this
last fish of the day, an asp around 4 lbs.
When
the sun reached its highest point on the sky, I decided to end this
wonderful fly fishing day cause of the heat. I caught nice fish, made
some nice pictures and I knew some cold beer was waiting for me at
home.
I
hope you enjoyed the pictures and there will be more about the flies
during the next post.
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