On a bright and warm day for April I decided to take young Tales out for a day’s fishing. At just after 8am we packed the car and headed South towards a favourite haunt if little T’s, Robin Wood Fishery which is nestled in the Surrey Hills. However upon arriving at this secluded fishery it looked more like the car park of a multiple retailer, cars double parked and every bank covered with fluff chuckers at 20 yard intervals. This was not an ideal situation so after a brief chat with one fly-fisher we decided to head back up the A3 to Vale End Fishery.
Within in few minutes young Tales managed to plant a buzzer opposite a reedbed clump near an alder and on the drop was taken by a plump rainbow. Unfortunately the skills of young Tales weren’t quite honed enough to tame this bar of silver, no sooner had he lifted into the fish and started to wind in the fish propelled itself out of the water then a swift dive resulted in a slack line.
It wasn’t long before he was into another fish, this time a trim wild brown that took the fly as it was taken with the current of the stream that runs into the middle lake. This time and lesson learned from earlier this fish was drawn to the bank and netted. The grin from ear to ear of this young 8 year old was a joy to see. His first brown that was large enough for the table.
A couple of hours passed by with a knock here and a knock there as the line momentarily tightened only to go slack as the hook was discarded.
We had decided to head home at 3pm in order to cook a leg of lamb that his lordship had requested so as the last cast was made this time casting a damsel under the shadow of a large tree after a minute or two on the drop a slow and steady retrieve resulted in an aggressive tug and a 2lb rainbow was being played in the dappled sunlight. After a good few minutes young Tales managed to place the landing net under the fish and pull it onto the lush green grass.
There is no better way to spend a Sunday watching the next generation take pleasure and have fun catching fish.