How did I get on? Well, you did ask, and yesterday will prove to be an unforgettable day , no matter how hard I try to forget it.
It didn't start well as I realised I'd left the net at home 6miles into my journey .. Get to the river- on its bones and unaffected by the heavy rain on Saturday. Lose car keys as I prepare to wander off downstream - hunt the many pockets in my waistcoat - twice - before finding them under a coat. Cuss some more ..
I am fishing my Moors trout river, but on an unusual section which runs dead straight for half a mile, most of which is wadeable in chest waders. It's lightly fished - and that is why I am here - but the flow is nearly completely absent so location is really hard , with no runs, pools or stickles . Nowt showing apart from the very odd sub surface rise . This calls for an alternative tactic - covering lots of water with a streamer fly , a bead headed Woolly Bu**er on a 12 . Fished slowly , they are superb leech imitations - and I know from invertebrate sampling that there's no shortage of leeches .
Five chub in 30 minutes was a good start , even if only one was big enough to trouble the net . Then a brace of grayling, both netters and a lost bigger grayling . This is more like , and follow that with two good wild browns , one about 1- 8 and the other pushing two . Result .
A walk upstream to by pass a long series of shallows of under a foot deep, devoid of fish. Now in the gloom under a high bank blotting out the sun and with dense tree cover.
The low light was the reason I trod into the wasps nest. They weren't happy , and set about the clumsy angler with a vengeance . I dropped my rod, and fled , pursued by a cloud of furious wasps . I stuck my net over my head in a pathetic attempt at protection. After about 100 yards the squadrons of wasps decided to return to base. Mission accomplished - I was stung on arms , chest, hands , wrists , face head and neck . Even a long sleeved shirt hadn't protected me - they just clung to the shirt sleeves and stung , and stung and stung .
Now realise I'd knocked my glasses off when I put the net on my head . Panic about reaction ( I do get allergic reactions to some foods) Try to eat an antihistamine , but mouth dry. Near sewage works ., low water - do I risk Weils disease too by drinking river water ? Err, no. Stumble up 6 foot high bank , nearly ripping waders on barbed wire - everything a blur because I cant bloody see without glasses.
Calm down , ring my beekeeper chum . He's in , and twenty minutes later we are both togged up in protective gear . Forget exactly which pool I'd encountered the wasps. Bumble around until bingo - rod , reel and cap found . And glasses !
Painful night , I reckon I've been stung at least 20 times but am ok .
Moral - be careful out there ...