The West Country Game Fair was busy, but hardly enough to cover the very high cost. The pubs and restaurants were a disaster, too, so perhaps I'll stay at home next year.
Llyn Clywedog opened on Wednesday. Although I used to take a season permit there, I had not fished there at all for over ten years. On Thursday the sunshine forced me outside so I headed over the mountain. I dredged a few holes with lead-heads, catching one and losing several fish, before heading off on a long hike along one of the less-frequented arms of the lake. Lots of otter signs there, and flocks of mallard and teal and noisy geese. When the sun dropped I found moving fish in a small bay. A small pheasant-tail on the point and a #14 black cruncher on the top dropper pulled a fish every cast. Bright stockies provided good sport for March and fodder for the smoker for a Mother's Day barbecue.
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