Feedback & Reports

Lucky stone proved hard going and unusually quiet in the morning. A move to the top of the upstream section produced some quality barbel to 7:13. The stretch on the bottom/last field of the downstream section is a complete waste of time. There is no access to the river whatsoever. It’s a shame as it looks a nice stretch.

5 Barbel, 4 Chub

We mostly fished the downstream bottom end of the beat (for the first time so we could experience the whole of this stretch) very few swims in the first field below the woods, but a few tasty ones further down

3 Barbel, 2 Chub

2 Trout

Chub throughout the day from a variety of swims from top end of the beat to the church field. Variety of methods successful today including feeder fished meat, pellet & PVA on straight lead & waggler fished punched meat & corn. All the chub in excellent condition, scale & fin perfect & up to 5lb in weight. Thank you to Foy church for the opportunity to park so close to the fishery.

16 Chub

Nil caught never had a bite.

A grayling on second wade through the Ferry Pool and a long distance release in Herons

1 Grayling

River extremely low & difficult.

1 Barbel, 2 Chub

3 Barbel

Weirdly for this beat the barbel were not pushed aside by the chub, most fell to pellet in various swims, the end swim is difficult to reach now , bring waterproof boots if you fancy the walk! Brilliant day on a great best that rarely fails to deliver.

8 Barbel, 8 Chub

You’ve got to love the Lugg.

As with all the best beats, it’s not the fish or the fishing, but the being and the breathing. The valley through which the Lugg lightly roams is one for the memory. Sunlit, wooded hills rise steeply either side of wide meadows rich with grazing. A scene unchanged and unchanging.

Yet the river itself is fickle. Despite its timeless progress it behaves much like a teenager. Prone to mood swings, rising and falling rapidly with the weather. Left to itself at times it will just drift casually by, but when roused its pace alters and it races over well worn rocks, gouging out the pools where in quieter hours fish might choose to be.

You will try these pools if you see them. Some you might not see. Some you might not try. But try you must for it may not be the first or even the seventh cast that lures the lady of the steam from her lie. Look now as she tumbles your line and loosens the hook you thought was fast. And then she flies, a flare that first dazzles then dissolves into the depth you didn’t think to be there.

2 Grayling