Germany 08-08-26
With the continuous drought conditions during the last two months I had not been out on a fishing session.
When I noticed how long it was since I had been fishing I figured it was time to head out once again.
With no relieve of rain in sight I opted to fish the lower end of the waters I am allowed to fish in.
With this darn heat the only thing that would work was probably going after the chub with surface flies.
I checked out the most easy spot at the feeder stream and boy what was the water low.
The stairs at the measuring gage ended in a pool of mud with only little water standing.
The stream was still flowing but at below minimum rate.
Plenty of small chub around but for some reason I could not get hits.
Further upstream I noticed some pretty big bow waves moving so I figured that had to be the location of the big boys.
One cast and bingo, I had a pretty decent fish on.
Luckily I had my Daiwa street fishing net with so I could land the fish over the mud securely.
A few casts later I landed the second fish, an even larger specimen.
By now I had spooked all the fish in the section I was fishing.
I opted to fish the more open section of the main stream.
At the main stream levels also looked very low, lots of algae growth and pretty clear water.
I noticed a lot of big chub but extremely wary fish, they spotted me and stayed deep.
I finally spotted one fish close to the bank without being spotted and made a cast to it.
The fly was slurped down the moment it hit the water.
I checked out the final stretch of the day encountered lots of fish but I was spotted early so no joy with them.
By now it was midday and the heat was getting to me so I took a break under a tree to hydrate.Â
Next I went to a section with no tree cover at all and boy was it hot.
Again I was spotted early on and bow waves upstream signalled the fleeing fish.
At the first weir of a fish ladder I spotted several chub, the water was so shallow that the landing of the fly made them scoot.
The final insult was when I chub moved into reverse when I presented a large dry fly pattern to it.
That was the sign to call it day and head to the pub.
At the pub I got surprised looks … they probably thought I was dead being absent for two months.


































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































