So Wednesday was practice, Thursday my semi final of the National at Harelaw. Sadly, I put in a below par performance on both days. The weather and conditions were ok, a nice breeze, water relatively clear, lots of fish moving, check. No excuses other than I didn’t fish well enough. Actually, I do have an excuse. My old Rutland boat seat finally gave up the ghost and I’m trying to get used to a new Wichwood seat strapped to a thwart board. Whoever designed the bastard thing is a sadist as there is only room for one cheek at a time + the thwart has a habit of rolling if you don’t have it strapped just so. So yes friends I ended up on my back again staring at the sky. At least that was Wednesday and not the competition day. And for my next trick I managed to wrap a newish fly line round the old propeller. That’s £60 down the plug hole. So Wednesday definitely not my finest moment. I ended up with three. One on a dry Two on boobies. My pal who kindly took a day off work to help me, finished with four but had three on a dry fly called a shipman’s buzzer. So I finished Wednesday not too despondent deciding to start Thursday on a ghost tip and booby washing line and then change to dries (shipman’s) and persevere with them.
Overnight stay straight out of League Of Gentlemen, Thursday was a bit of a rerun. Lots of offers but very picky fish, swirling at the fly rather than committing to them. Others were picking up fish quite regularly though. I picked up one on a shipman’s and a couple on Fabs but it was never enough. My boat partner had 4 so I wasn’t out fished but winner had 12 and 7 fish was cut off for the final.
There is always next year.