The Wandering Chav: CFF Social: The Dam

Well it was my first chance to fish in Wales so was looking forward to trying a few different places.

Left work at lunchtime and started my battle with the idiots on the A roads into deepest darkest Wales. Ignoring the need for immunisation I shot over the border eventually getting to the campsite around 5pm. No one was around so geared up and walked down to the river.

The peace of the river was only disturbed by hearing Tony.....something socials seem to be famed for :wink: :wink: He and alan had not had much luck on the upper section of the beat, however Alan had just caught his first salmon so was beaming.

I crawled around the bushes.....narrowly missing the deep abyss...although there were a few near misses as the nipples nearly got wet. I only managed to get a few fish to come up but missed them all.

The following morning got up and went back to the river and fished some of the lower sections, managed a nice brown from the middle of the pool which was a great start to the day. Wasnt massive but the blank on the river had been avoided.

After brekkie it was time to tackle the dam, I never have great success on the reservoirs so was hoping for something above average.....Rog, Bill and I went off to an arm of the lake on the east side to try our luck. Water was very very low, however Rog had one first cast and I had one on 5 mins later. This one decided not to want to be landed, as did his mate who also departed the hook early.

After the downpour...there was a great rise, but I missed the chance to hook one. It then went very very quiet so we decided to de-camp and make it over to the popular side where everyone else was.

They were having mixed luck with Luke always seemingly into a fish. The rest of us struggled on, and in the end I managed to land a fish, which was kept for the barbie.

Luke on his hot spot.....rooted.

Bill getting miserable

My Line with no fish attached

The Dam trophy winner! For his generosity for letting Luke poach all his decent flies.

We then set about having a few beers, even more meat, and a few more beers.

Sunday, I needed to go and see if I could hook a monster from the deep, right fly, right cast, wrong fisherman....missed my chance and killed the pool :evil:

So on the way home I fished near Rayader in the river, the water was quite coloured, but I still managed one from a very fishy pool which was nearly 8 inches in length. Which I was quite pleased with.

Fishy Pool