I fished Beat 11 at Monymusk on Wednesday Afternoon. Really cold, blustry wind and rain was keeping the fish down, with just the odd small trout taking flies off the top.
I spent quite a while walking and watching but to no avail, so found a lovely deep run where I thought i might winkle out a fish or two. On with a couple of very heavy GRHE's and spent an hour "high sticking" the flies down the run. Second put through I had a savage take but did not connect. A few "casts"..well...flips later the line flicked straight, I struck and connected with a lovely Brownie of around about a pound and a half to a pound and three quarters.
By this time the wind was getting unbearable and the rain was making life a tad miserable...I was frozen.
Suddenly the sun burst through for no more than 10 minutes and the river surface errupted with hatching flies. I have never seen anything like it. As I stood there, mid river, the spent shucks were sticking to my waders and the flies themselves were landing on me, making me look like one of those fly catcher papers.
Entimology (and spelling) are not my fortee but I am sure the flies where Grannoms..
Anyway, i eagerly swapped to a suitable dry fly and waited to see a few fish rising..nothing..not a thing!!! So on went a wet March Brown (closest I had) and a GRHE to see if they were taking subsurface..not a pull or a pluck.
The sun went, the wind remained, so I headed home about 5...cold but extremely happy.
