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Germany 20.12.2015

Germany 20.12.2015

As the season winded down = the fishing permits ran out at the end of the year I was
still hoping for a last chance to fish the stream.
The unusually warm weather had been accompanied by boatloads of rain so the stream had not seen
its average level since this month’s beginning and any chance to fish slowly faded away.
With the end nearing I chanced it and went on a last trip despite the high water.
Although the feeders were clean the main stream still pushed a lot of water and clarity was reduced.

With the high temperatures and the bleak sunshine I was hoping for some midge activity and rising fish
but the wind was just blowing too hard for that.
At one of my favorite nymphing spots the sand was lying high on the banks indicating how high the
stream had been flowing during the last couple of weeks.

At many of my favorite spots the current was that strong that my regular tungsten nymphs where
probably not reaching the right depth in time to be successful.
In one of the deeper pools a quiet eddy yielded a first bite on the nymph and a very nice roach
surfaced, it was a good fish and off course I was happy that skunk was avoided.

Fishable spots where scarce but I found another one upstream where I found yet another slow
flowing pocket of water that could produce fish.
It took quite a while to get a bite but eventually I managed to catch another roach and a small dace.

I carefully scouted the stream at several spots for any fish activity but nothing showed itself.
The slow moving sections above the watermill would probably have yielded some fish but there were just too
many dog-walkers around to concentrate on fishing.

Late in the afternoon I called it quits and headed for a last time this year to the pub for a meal.
As I ran into acquaintances my pub time eventually outnumbered the fishing time but it was interesting
to listen to the old timers about the good old times when the outhouse of the pub emptied right in the stream,
well .. maybe all was not good in days past..

So this was my season in Germany, in the Netherlands it still continued and I might try to catch a pike
one of these days if those blasted rains would just stop.


Germany 07.11.2015

Germany 07.11.2015

We had been quite lucky with the weather until now as real cold spells that usually killed off the
fishing had been absent for the time being.
As I had not been fishing much this year because of my surgery there was one fish species still
on my to-do list namely chub.

The chub were restricted to the lower reaches of the river I fished due to man-made barriers that
had been in places for ages.
These barriers were slowly removed but until the river is passable for all fish might take a few
years more.

The mission was chub for the day and the temperature was good, namely very high.
It was so high that it was the warmest November day since weather was recorded.
The downside, lots of wind and rain showers.
It had already rained during the week and I was fearing a muddied up river.
At the river the water was pretty clean be it littered with leaves and pushing more water
than I had anticipated.

Before I would be wading I tried a spot near a bridge where I had done quite well in the past.
The current was however too strong to make a decent drift with the nymph along the pilings.
I concentrated on the slack part right at the bank and after two casts the indicator went down
and I was into a good fish.
The fish pulled quite good and tried to dive into the crowfoot but despite the light tippet  I got
it out and landed the fish safely.
It was a chub, a nice fat one so the mission for the day was accomplished.

Now the scary bit came, wading …
The first hurdle was to get safely in the water.
Luckily there was a small gage house fitted with a set of concrete steps into the water.
I got safely down the steps but a bit too deep for my liking, the water was definitely up from
the summer levels when I would normally fish for chub.
The whole point of this wading exercise was to get near to a current seem but the current
was just too strong to get the proper location so I carefully maneuvered back to shore.
Better leave that wading for when the river was low.

I checked out some other spots at the chub section of the river but none looked like they
would produce any fish.
I did take a look at one of the recently removed weirs.
The high dam was now replaced by a series of rock emplacements gradually lowering the the
river.
These collection of stones where spots where trout would take up station in the otherwise featureless made stream.
Since trout season was closed you were not allow not allowed to fish there.

Although I was happy with the chub caught the day was not at an end so I stopped at a junction
in the river further upstream where a small brook entered the stream.
The spot was I had been told good for perch but I could not get any despite using a tasty little
zonker streamer.
I did see some small fry swimming at the junction but they were left in peace.

Strong winds and rain made short work with the last leaves on the trees.
The woods colored from green and yellows to brown now.
One sign of the times where the collection of egrets in one of the fields I
passed, these usually came in late fall winter from their haunts east.

In order to catch more fish I eventually ended up at my home stretch were I
stopped at my roach hotspot.
That hotspot had not fished that well recently and with the now remarkably clear
water I could see why.
The otherwise deep pool had completely been filled with sand.
Fish where active at the willow shrubs that lined the water so a few casts near
them yielded some of the smaller roach.

In one occasion the whole school moved downstream into the shallows so I could
see how many fish there where further upstream in the shrubs.
Action was short though so I moved on.

The next spot was a deeper pool where last week one of the locals was fishing for
a pike he had seen.
I saw big dace feeding in the surface and was frantically searching my tackle bag for
my dry fly box .. which I left at home … sort of hell for flyfishers scenario.
I could not get the surface fish with nymphs so I moved on.

It was late in the day and the light pretty much faded.
A last stop at the outflow of the local mill revealed that fish were still about.
I could not catch them though, small dace where attacking my indicator but the nymph
passed through the water unhindered.
Eventually I got one micro dace on the nymph making the coarse fish grand slam complete.

I made it to the pub at opening time and was the first guest.
While the fire was started up I asked if other guests were expected and well they were.
The local hunters had chosen the pub as their end station for their hunt and the management team
of the local distillery had rented off a section of the pub for them and their guests.
I finished my dinner just as the hunters came streaming in so in time before all the racket would
start, tough fishing day but accomplished the task I set out to do and thus happy.

Germany 01.11.2015

Germany 01.11.2015

Another weekend with picture perfect weather.
The day started out rather chilly as the night was cloudless which caused a significant cooling.
I tried one of my favorite spots near a removed weir were the rocks created an interesting
current and a deeper pool.
The water was still higher than usual, some of the familiar rocks where still partly submerged.

With fall steadily progressing the shedding of leaves had gone into overdrive.
Many of those leaves ended up in the bottom of the pool I was fishing and the accumulated due
to the eddies in the pool, not real helpful when fishing a nymph.
Still one dace found the nymph and tried to run off with it.

As mentioned earlier the leaves where on the way out and opened up the view to the sky.
Another significant change was that the water had become clearer, signs that the algae bloom was
ending. Fishing would become tougher for sure,

I could not spot that many fish in the morning and out of the ones I saw I could only
catch a small roach.
Furthermore the competition had also arrived, some of my buddies had the same idea as me
on this beautiful day and I ran into them at one of the parking lots at the stream.

With the leaves causing trouble while nymphing I thought it might pay off to check out one of the
more open sections of the stream and try some dry fly fishing.
It was still fresh outside and only a few midges where buzzing around at the stream.
Now and then a fish would rise but there was not a lot of action going on.

When I spotted a group of dace working their way upstream while leisurely picking off surface
debris I knew I was in luck.
A carefully placed sedges was immediately attacked, one fish caught – the rest fled at high speed
upstream.
The section I fished was very shallow so once you spooked the fish the only thing you could
do was to move and find a new spot.

At one of the bridges I saw some movement and with some luck I caught a few dace before the action died down.

With the increasing temperature and the bright sunshine the townsfolk where out and about and my dace
hotspot became frequented with dog walkers and the like.
Time for early lunch at the pub and some snapshots of the fall colors before it was all over for this year.

The lunch was good as usual and off course I stayed too long in the pub.
When I got out I noticed that the sun was lying rather low in the sky meaning that time of
productive fishing was coming rather fast to an end.
At one of my spring/summer hotspots the sun was still shining on the water and a splash now
and then indicated that fish where present.

Despite the good signs it was rather difficult to catch fish, somehow I felt that the makeup of the
pool had changed and the current was running different.
I caught a few small roach and then headed up upstream to check out some of the deeper pools
where I had done well in the past.

The last fish of the day was a surprise as it was a trout caught in a typical roach/dace spot.
I fished a deeper pool just behind some submerged shrubs when the indicator went down rather
violently and a brown trout suddenly went airborne.
The trout although out of season was the icing on the cake and as light was fading fast this was
the moment to cease fishing.

I took one last short break and watched the geese fly over.
The fog was slowly moving in over the field and I though what a brilliant fishing day it
was.

Germany 25.10.2015

Germany 25.10.2015

The weather service predicted nice weather for Saturday and not so nice weather on Sunday,
they were wrong … again.
You actually could not ask for better weather, light winds … mild temperature and plenty of 
sunshine.

It had rained in the night and the effect was a little more than I had hoped for.
The water pushed through at a pretty pace and the current patterns at my favorite coarse fish
hot spots where mixed up.
I could not get to the fish although I had a few nibbles on a small size 16 pheasant tail nymph.

The trout section of the stream was closed now so I had to check out the coarse fish section of the
stream. With surgery not in the distant past the available spots to fish for me where limited.
The last thing I wanted to do is ending up back in hospital because I slipped down a steep bank.

At one of the more easy accessible pools I spotted fish deep and on top.
The fish on top where dace, what lurked in the depths was unknown.
I tied on a tungsten black midge pattern and before I knew it I had hooked a brown trout.

After trout nr.1 I tried to fish a sedge in the faster flow as I had noticed that at times dace would race
up to the surface to grab floating debris, no luck for me though.
The black midge went back on and voila again a trout, this time a pretty decent fish.

Trout season was closed so I moved on to find coarse fish.
There was a mill pool that could house the odd perch but even though I used a sinking line and
a weighted lure I had no bites whatshowever.

The last section I fished was a wide slow moving section of the stream.
It was ultra shallow but always the spot for dry flyfishing and as I approached the place I
noticed sporadic rises of dace.
With the sun at an unfavorable angle it was impossible to spot the fish so I had to drop the fly
near surface action and hope for the best.
I was too slow for the dace though as I missed most strikes.
The one fish I did hook eventually came off so 1-0 for the fish.

The change into standard time from daylight saving time messed up
my sense of timing so it was off to the pub for lunch.
I had the intension to go fishing after lunch but activity at the stream
was minimal.
As I had enjoyed myself pretty good at the stream in this fantastic weather
I did not bother to go fishing again – fully satisfied and off to home.

Germany 18.10.2015

Germany 18.10.2015

With the end of the trout season in sight my days on the trout section of the stream
where numbered and the urge to go fishing was thus great.
The problem I faced was that the last couple of days the rains had poured continuously.
I watched the river gage daily as it went up nearly vertically = flooding.
With two special permits left for the mill pool the Saturday fell into the water as the
stream had its peak flow.
On Sunday the waters receded but it was still way too high for decent fishing, I went
anyway as it was my last chance of the year.

The day started with rain and well it actually never stopped, light rain … heavier rain … just rain.
All that rain was only good for the mushrooms which where popping up everywhere.
The migration of the geese was at full force as I spotted a whole army of them through the canopy
of the forest.

I paused at one of the feeder streams to see how the water looked but the stream in question flowed
mostly through the forest from the nearby hills so it never carried much silt as it bypassed agricultural land.
When I hit the first bridge over the main stream the situation was obvious, brown soup.

I entered the mill property rather late in the morning and as it was such a muddy mess I did not
even bother to put on my wading gear.
Before I went fishing I first delivered a Dutch treat to the inhabitants of the mill namely a pack of
syrup waffles, always a success
Off course I was invited in and in no time I was drinking an Irish coffee.
Eventually I headed to the pool to try and catch at least one fish.

Hopes where slightly raised as I could still see the bottom of the shallow sandbar in the pool so
some minimal visibility was present.
I tried my luck at one of the trees bordering the pool as I spotted fish among the exposed roots
at previous occasions.
A small pheasant tail nymph size 16 was launched and to my surprise it immediately raised the interest
of the fish.
In short succession I landed four roach which had eluded me when the mill pool boasted clearer water.

After a short time the rain became heavy.
As it was past noon it seemed like a good idea to get lunch at the pub first and get into waders later
to make most of the day.
During the previous weekend the low temperatures had kept me from going fishing and so I did something
productive instead namely tying new flies.
After lunch I would try those flies out in the deeper pools behind the mill as I still thought I could
do some business at the stream despite the poor conditions.

The main pattern I wanted to try was a red midge tied on a red Skalka Czech nymph hook.
Red tying thread, tinsel and red dubbing where the main ingredients of this fly.
A tungsten bead would get the fly quickly down and a coat of bug bond would make the fly durable.
Icing on the cake was the red hook, purely for optics.

To my surprise the nymph did pretty well, at the first pool it was hit after hit.
At first I thought this fly would mainly appeal to trout but the Roach and Dace in the pool had
no problem with this fly and where eagerly hitting it.

The pools further downstream yielded mixed results.
I guess at some spots the faster flows prevented the fly from getting to the proper depth.
Knowing the many snags at some spots I did not wanted to extend the leader as I could
not see the underwater hazards under these conditions.
At one of the pools where I knew the bottom was relatively clean I fished with a longer
leader and had results again.
One decent Trout got off but the Dace and Roach stuck.

When I exhausted the last pool I went back to the mill as the light was slowly fading.
I still wanted to catch one of the Yellow perch at the mill or a trout on a streamer but despite
using a sinking line to probe the depths and combat the increased current I received no bites.

I switched back to nymph fishing and during a short break in the rain I even spotted some rising fish
although this was only of short duration.
I also noticed a giant sedge in the grass which I never knew existed at the stream, at first I
thought it was a stone fly since it was so large.

Eventually the rain and cold got to me as I was walking around in my el cheapo
Hardy featherweight waders which I once had bought as a backup in case the proper ones had problems.
These waders where so thin that they had the insulation properties of a plastic bag … none.
Despite the less than favorable conditions I had done pretty well and ended the trout season
with a trout caught and released.

I took a last look at the mill pool, said goodbye to the inhabitants of the mill and called it a day.
Next year we will try again.

Germany 04.10.2015

Germany 04.10.2015

This Sunday would be the last day when we could enjoy the quiet sunny fall weather
before a southwesterly flow would bring in unstable and wet weather from the Atlantic.
The day started with high clouds, later in the day the wind would pick up if the
weather prediction would be accurate.

So I was off again to the mill pool were this time nobody was fishing, the word had
got around that the pool had been emptied of trout.
At the mill pool I spotted some dace in the shallows, a carefully placed nymph yielded a
a respectable dace.
I also noticed a giant trout actively hunting in the shallows so I quickly replaced the nymph
and tied on heavy mono and a zonker streamer.
Things did not pan out as I had hoped and my only short contact was to a medium sized
perch that managed to throw the hook.

As I had disturbed the mill pool my next move would be to check out some of the good spots
on the main stream and return to the mill pool later.
The water was even clearer and lower than the day before making fishing even trickier.

Curiously my good spots did not produce any fish nor could I spot any movement.
Only after using a heavier fly I started catching fish in deeper water.

The stream yielded not that many fish so it was off to the mill pool again.
On the way back I noticed something at the edge of the corn field which turned out to be a roe deer.
The deer however had already seen me and was pondering what to do, at least I could grab
the camera and make a maximum zoom shot before the deer ran off.
In a few weeks that corn would be all but gone as harvesting was in full swing.

Although I lived in the city I noticed that for the past several nights geese where flying over
in fast numbers, signs of a changing season.
Now I could even spot them during the day.

Back at the mill pool the sun had come out and fish where moving about.
It was not like the day before though as the wind had indeed picked up and the water was full
of debris. The fish where only sporadically rising.
The fish where rising pretty near to the weir of the mill, for proper presentation I had to
wade into the pool.
Like the day before I noticed the what I call shell shocked trout at the end of the mill pool.
Clearly visible in the water it would lay stationary on the floor of the pool and would only
scoot off I you would come within two feet of it.

The feeding fish turned out to be dace as expected but a real surprise was the brown
trout that was feeding with the dace, my first and probably last brown trout on the dry fly this season.
After a few more dace from the pool the fish stopped rising and all action died down.
As the pub was open early it was the ideal time for an afternoon break.

After lunch it was back at the pool but before I had the chance to go fishing I was again
invited for coffee by the inhabitants of the mill so I enjoyed my coffee and watched
the blue lightning aka kingfisher fly over the weir of the mill.

The fishing on this day was still pretty good but I wondered why one of the first pools had not produced
any fish so before I called it quits I had to try and find out why.
While fishing the pool in the morning I had used one of my smaller nymphs which was in
general a constant fish producer.

With the decreased levels I figured it would be even easier to reach the desired depth.
It looked though like the current was moving faster than on earlier occasions as debris had
accumulated at the stones from the shallow weir in front of the pool.
A heavier red midge was tied on and after a while I hooked and lost a small trout.
I continued fishing until I again got a fish on, this time a larger trout.
After landing the trout my mission for the day was accomplished and I could go home with peace of mind.

Next week I will probably try a different river as I still want to catch a river perch or pike.

Germany 03.10.2015

Germany 03.10.2015

Another weekend and another visit to the stream while the season lasted.
The weather forecast was good, all requirements for a successful fishing day were met.

Clouds covered the sun in the early morning so the temperature only rose slowly.
At the mill pool the first anglers where already fishing.
After getting in wading gear I first probed the pools of the stream as those fish would
most likely be inclined to feed earlier than the ones at the mill.

The water had lowered and cleared considerably since the last weekend.
I could see the fish, they could see me and would subsequently run.
Deep nymphing yielded my first fish of the day, a brown trout.
It went pretty well from that moment on and it was pretty surprising how many fish you
could catch in one smallish pool if the water was just deep enough.

Surprisingly besides the regular size dace and trout I hooked several small trout, a good sign
the trout where present in the stream in various sizes.
Some of the pools further downstream where too deep to properly fish with the nymphs I had
in my flybox.
When the flytying season would start I would definitively have to tie some extra heavy nymph
patterns to dredge the streams floor

Later in the day I returned to the mill pool where the competition had already left.
The sun was out in force and for some reason the pool had come to life with rising fish.
I could clearly see loads of dace in the clear water.
At first I caught them on my regular small nymphs but when the dace actively rose I
tied on a small sedge and sight casted to individual fish in the pool.

The couple that lived in the mill invited me for coffee and cake which I could not decline
even though the fishing was that good.
After the extensive break I went back to the water where the fish where still feeding.

As the sun moved in the sky so did the fish and eventually I had to wade in the pool to be
able to make proper casts to the rising fish.
In the end the action died down to such a degree that I decided to call it a day.
With the sun going down the temperature would plummet and then fishing the pool would generally
be of no use anymore, it was for sure fall now – the warm evenings of summer were history.
The fishing was however brilliant with lots of takes and very big dace from the mill pool.

As I had only had breakfast in the morning a healthy appetite had developed and so the
visit to the pub was in order.
The problem I faced was the fact that October 3rd was a public holiday in Germany, the day
of German Unity.
My local informants however convinced me that the pub would still be open for business
despite the festivities.

The sign of the pub open for business for me would be the smell of the open fire, despite
the opening hour being on had though I could not smell anything.
As I arrived at the pub it looked like I was not the only one wondering about the business hours.
People where waiting outside and some left early as it seemed the place was vacated.
I feared the worst but decided to call the local contact number in the village for the pub to see if
I could raise anybody and get information on what was going on.

Apparently the place was open and I was instructed to find an open door and look for
the waitress.
Well, I found her as she was just about to open up the place, better late than never.
So it all ended well and I celebrated another wonderful fishing day with a good meal
and a cool wheat beer at the warm fire.

Germany 27.09.2015

Germany 27.09.2015

Saturday was a good day and as the weather predictions for Sunday where even better
than the day before I had high hopes for the fishing.
As it was fall I wondered where the mushrooms had gone, I gave the search some more
attention and spotted a few along the road.
Again the weather was perfect, bright blue skies in the morning with that crisp fall feeling.

The mill pool was again not void of anglers as I arrived.
Just as with almost every bait angler I talked to the fishing was slow.
With the pool occupied I once again directed my attention to the outflow.
The stream had dropped and clarity had improved in such a manner that I believed I could
spot fish in the running water.
This visibility improvement worked both ways though as the fish slowly moved into the deeper
section of the hole I intended to fish.
It was now a lot harder to get any fish but after trying for some time I did get my first trout.

A day before I had pulled several fish out of the same pool, now just one.
The other spots where I had caught several trout earlier seemed void of life now.
At least the dace where proving a little more cooperative today.

Sometimes you get to places were your gut feeling just say “fish”, the problem was I could not get
any so I was pondering why.
My conclusion was that I did not reached the right depth.
To overcome that problem I changed to a lighter tippet and voila within no time I had caught two
trout in a spot where I got no bites earlier.

I had intended to move further downstream but there was one obstacle in my way namely a slippery bank.
With my recent surgery I figured it would be not wise to move further so I headed back to the spot where I
had caught the dace earlier.

I took position near the bank and noticed some fish in the current.
The small nymph patterns where eagerly taken by the fish, a lot of fun seeing a fish turn and
swim after the nymph.

At the mill pool I spotted new faces, seemed that lack of action made anglers leave the spot prematurely.
I tried to fish the shallows but I just had the feeling that the otherwise present dace and roach where absent.
One meager dace was all I could produce from the pool.
All that wading was tiring and as I was wearing my el-cheapo one-layer wader I got a bit cold.
Since it was late in the afternoon already this was the moment to visit the pub and grab something to eat.
The couple at the mill invited me for coffee and cake but I told them that I first had to go for lunch.

At the pub the fire was going so I nestled myself in front of the fireplace for my afternoon break.
The fishing had been pretty good so I was not so eager to leave the comforts of the pub, eventually
though I did.

As it was late in the day I did not bother to get into my wading gear again.
The mill pool was now vacant and ideal for an experiment I was going to undertake.
I knew that some pretty big perch where living in the pool but I was never able to catch them.
So this time I had taken with me a full sinking 4-weight line and some streamers.
After a few casts the fly was intercepted by a brown trout which escaped before I could net it.

My presence was not going by unnoticed and so I was served coffee, cake and a strong one
at the waters edge – where in the world can you get that 🙂

Having hooked one trout I figured I could do it again but it turned out costly and the bottom of the
mill pool had its fair numbers of snags so flies got lost.
Still I noticed takes on the streamer which was in this case a polar minnow in perch livery.
I continued casting until I suddenly felt the long awaited tug, it was a violent take though and
I was happy that I had tied on a strong tippet.
My first thought was that I had hooked a pike but when the fish surfaced after several runs I spotted
a big brown trout.
As I was fishing barbless I did not think I would be able to land the fish but in the end I did,
personal best brown trout measuring 57cm.

After that last fish I called it a day as it could not get any better than this.
On the way back home I stopped for a break at a vantage point looking out over the fields
as the last rays of sunlight illuminated the landscape – life was good.

Germany 26.09.2015

Germany 26.09.2015

Another weekend and thus another visit to the stream.
I was out and about in the morning and since it had been a clear and relatively
cold night I was in no hurry to get to the water.
The sunlight was just about to burn the fog away on this crisp fall morning.
Off course I had to stop to see how the hornets where doing, the power of the sun was already
strong enough to keep them flying on and off to the hive.
It really looked like it would be a nice day, typical fall weather with a calm sky.

Again my plan was to fish the mill pool but on arrival it seemed that others had the same idea.
This time I had my wading gear with me and although it did not look pretty I managed to get myself
without assistance in my wader and wading shoes.

Pretty surprised to see a tent on the premises, turned out some of our juvenile club members had
done an all-nighter.
They had pulled out a couple of trout but where not all too excited about the results, still they
enjoyed themselves and judging by the beer bottles they would not die of thirst either.

During the week the rains had come down in force but luckily the peak flow was well
before the weekend.
A look at the stream and pool showed that although still carrying a lot water the color was
pretty decent.

With the mill pool being pounded by the worm drowners I figured I might better look for action in the
stream.
The first deep hole behind the outflow of the mill pool seemed like a good place to start.
The depth was sufficient enough to do some close quarter nymphing as the water also still
somewhat off-color.
Although the hole was small it housed a surprising number of fish.

The camping kids would leave the mill in the afternoon so I decided to fish the main stream instead
and checked out some of the deeper spots.
Fish where everywhere be it trout as the other species were probably still in flooding mode hiding somewhere.

The elderly couple who lived in mill wanted some trout for dinner so I took a few of the stocked trout for
the table.
The kids had gone but their place was quickly taken in by some seniors trying their luck.
A look at their faces gave me the impression that fishing did not go that well.
When I caught my bag limit trout in the pool on my fly outfit it got noticed.
I later heard from the mill inhabitants that somebody complained that the fly guy caught all the good fish 🙂

I took a short break and headed back into the stream.
More people where now visiting the mill just to stake out the grounds and decide if it would be
worth to purchase the special ticket required to fish there.
Under the watchful eye of some of my fellow clubmembers I fishing the hole behind the outflow again
and it still yielded some fish using short nymph tactics.

It got a little too crowded for me at the pool so I retreated back into the stream where I
finally encountered some of the other fish species I was looking for.

In the afternoon I felt the need for a good lunch so I got out of my wading gear and headed
straight for the pub where I had all the time of the world to get something to eat and drink.
Fishing had been pretty good and maybe it was time to call it a day, still I pushed on.
Maybe the evening would see some surface action and it would surely be nice to catch a fish on the
dry fly so late in the season.

Some of the dace where rising but difficult to reach by fishing from the shore.
The wind had picked up during the day and as the leaves where falling the surface of the mill pool
was not exactly a great spot to drop a dry fly.
A change to a small nymph yielded one fish but action was very slow.
The sun was about to set and as it was the end of September the temperature dropped pretty quick in
the last daylight hours.
With the bats on the wing it was time to call it a day, a beautiful day.

Germany 20.09.2015

Germany 20.09.2015

A day earlier I attended the annual gathering of our fishingclub at the mill pool.
On that day I secured fishing permits for the mill pool for every upcoming weekend so
the next day I was again on my way to Germany.
In the local village they had yet another harvest celebration so my competition would
probably be drunk in the village instead of fishing at the mill.

On the way to the pool I noticed this birdhouse with what I believed was a wasps nets but when
I stopped to take a look it turned out that the inhabitants where hornets.
From a safe distance I took some pictures and left them in peace.

The weather looked really nice with the blue sky, the temperature though was a bit on the low
side and it was a little windy.
As I crossed a bridge over the stream I noticed that one of the bankside trees had fallen down
creating a deep pool, this would be a spot to remember for the future.

When I came at the watermill I spotted two cars on the parking lot and figured that not everybody
was going to the harvest festivities.
I spoke to the elderly couple living in the mill and it turned out the cars belonged to the people who
attended our party from the day before – those people had to many beers and went home by other
means of transportation.

What was a nasty surprise was the color of the water.
Even though it had not rained the water was even more colored than a day before and I wondered
how that was possible.

My wading gear was still drying at home as I figured the decline in the water level would result
in cleaner water making it easier for me to just fish from the shore.
In the meantime clouds and wind increased and as expected activity in the water was minimal.
A few fish where rising over the sandbar at the end of the pool but out of reach for me
as the current would cause my line to drag within seconds if I tried to reach that spot.

I instead tried the bank at the outflow of the pool and although I had some subtle bites I could
not catch any fish.
I tried for several hours without success and figured it was time for a break at the local pub.
After a good meal I tried one of my more successful spots at the stream.
This was a shallow pool with one small deep riffle were I usually would catch something
despite how bad the conditions would be.
Not this time though and so I headed back to the mill pool to give it another go.

At the mill pool I spotted a fellow club member who was fishing with his wife.
They used worms and lures as bait and had not had much luck as yet.
The trout where not as eager as usual and complained that the fish only nibbled
at the worms.

As the day progressed more people came by visiting the pool to ponder if it was worth to go
fishing.
I finally caught a roach so my day would at least not end fishless.

Talking to people and fishing at the same time caused me to miss quite a few solid takes
but I guess that is fishing.
It was funny though that many of the visitors where sort of impressed by us flyfisherman
as we outfished them the day before.
When I showed the tiny nymph I was fishing they could not believe that you could catch
trout let alone any other fish species with such minimal gear.

At one point I hooked a brook trout but it managed to throw the barbless hook so no trout
for me today.
The second and last fish I caught was a nice dace that was feeding over the sandbar
at the end of the mill pool.

When I left the mill it was already getting dark.
The results were pretty meager but it was great to finally be fishing again.