Casting for these fish, in the traditional sense, doesn't much work. One needs to channel one's deepest Huck Finn. A sort of *dapping approach seems to work, with only 3 feet of fly line protruding to a short leader (it's all rather comical, like dangling a fake spider from a tree, but with a stone tuffet. In fact, when a train streams past it fair scares the crap out from me.) A quick flip up-stream sets the cast under the bridge, then, being a righty, the rod goes over my left shoulder then lowered down and threaded up underneath and inside the bridge. Thus the fly drifts down to the fish, which, let's remember, are under my feet. I feel like some kind of performance artist explaining this shit.
I caught four bass on various flies this way, walking each gracefully down my sandstone steps for a release akin to the perennially dapper (!) Peter Bowles retrieving The Daily Telegraph from his door step in To the Manor Born. Next time I'm thinking the smoking jacket, cravat and slippers.
|Rare photograph of English Jonny and his Wife|
See you under The Bridge.
*Patent pending. I'm thinking of calling this Culvert Nymphing to keep track with the modern malaise for similarly bogus inventions.