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4 rainbow caught by me, 1 on worm and 3 on spinner
1 rainbow caught by D.E from Mountain Ash on spinner.
Multiple bites on worm. Fished the side nearest the A470

5 Trout

Conditions were 1st class. All fish took Howard Croston’s “Retirer” dry fly……size 12.

21 Trout

3 Trout

Good day all bagged up by 11 oclock

12 Trout

Tough going on a very bright sunny day. Very little fly life and very few signs of any trout

1 Trout

Decent amount of water still pushing through this beat. Three small trout caught on a klinkhammer. Quite a technical fish, what with all the overhanging trees and bushes. Worthy of 2-3 hrs of exploration.

3 Trout

Weather hot and sunny with a sometimes strong upstream breeze, river looked quite low. Struggled at Penpont today, lost a good fish early on then struggled to get anything to take the dry.

All in all I had five takes during the day two, two missed and one small 10 inch fish landed that avoided the blank. Despite plenty of mayfly coming off the river, the only thing I could get them to take was a small black gnat again.

1 Trout

Each angler caught 1 trout each

2 Sea Trout

Sunset comes and Benowulf lies down beside the Usk. Grendel comes gliding into the run. His heart is joyful when he sees so many pale wateries, they will make a fine feast for him. He grabs the nearest and tears its wings and legs to pieces as it disappears down his gullet. Two more disappear down his great maw, greedily gulping. At the other end of the run Benowulf quaffs his carton of Ribena, wipes the froth from the back of his lip and rises. He grasps his trusty Steffen #5/6 8ft Fibreglass, and ties on a size 18 Grey Duster. He hurls his leader upriver, the cast not catching the setting sun as he has cunningly taken the precaution of using a fine copolymer tippet and degreasing the point. The fly alights gently 4ft upstream of Grendel, and trots gently down. Clop! His heart hammering, Benowulf pauses briefly to say ‘Odin save Benowulf’ and then strikes. The water erupts. Grendel finds himself in such a strong grip that he is afraid. He wants to run back to the moors, to hide in the mist, to find his own home. But he cannot get away any quicker, for Benowulf has him pinned down.

Now they are wrestling fiercely. Benowulf is on his feet, bending the rod backwards, pushing the monster back bit by bit. The water crashes. The din of that fight is dreadful to hear, the shrieks and screams of the reel as Grendel repeatedly makes runs of 20-40m. Benowulf shrieks and screams a bit too. Outside on the pastures the sheep hear it and tremble with fear. Grendel leaps and crashes as he tries desperately to shake Benowulf off. But Benowulf remembers the words spoken last night, and he holds on tight. They wrestle up and down the run, until as the light fades Benowulf dimly sees a huge shadow near his feet and barely manages to sweep it into his largest net. Benowulf and Grendel collapse at the riverbank, exhausted. The great beast is 21” and weighs 3lbs 11oz.

Being an enlightened 21st century hero Benowulf does not chop up Grendel to nail him over his doorway, but instead returns him to the river, believing there should be a place for monsters. Returning home, Benowulf’s kinfolk are strangely unimpressed at this mighty battle despite the magical photographic evidence. In fact they wonder why the great lord has returned to his hall so late? Benowulf sheepishly says his chariot had a flat tyre.

(Five trout, 21, 16, 15 , 13 and 9" - others caught on nymphs and black gnats)

5 Trout