Cracking Sunday morning, surface action on dry Daddies. Nothing happened at for the first 2 hours and was running out of clues to which fly to try next. I assumed as fish were not rising they must be deep and fished away with sunk flies. Sitting having a coffee and a think about leaving, a fish rose, then another. The water suddenly came alive although no visible hatch was going on. Looking through my box of dry flies I chose a big bushy Daddy. First cast. Wallop! A nice rainbow. Then 2 more and finished with a cracking brownie. Lesson learnt. Don’t keep flogging the water just sit, wait and watch.
The take
The prize
