Having had some recent success with Brown Trout from the River Dart my appetite for small stream fishing for wild brownies had been wetted of late, so being ever on the look out for new venues to explore I set my sights on one of the Westcountry Angling Passport Scheme waters near Launceston. I settled on beat 22 – Ham Mill on the River Ottery – being a suitably picturesque spot with not only trout present but the possibility of Grayling. Grayling is a species I’ve never fished for and never caught so was to be the days ultimate quarry.
The River Ottery and Ham Mill is a cracking little river. Amazingly picturesque and peaceful. The water on the day was running reasonably clear and for the most part around knee deep with the odd deeper section. In a few places I found myself in waist deep water so would certainly recommend chest waders for this particular venue.
Peering over the edge of the bridge near where you park, I could see a grayling below straight away. Alway promising! After tackling up and getting down to the water, I started to work my way upstream towards the bridge where I my mind, a hungry grayling awaited. Alas, it wasn’t to be quite so easy and no suicidal near ravenous fish of any description seemed to be present. That’s not to say there weren’t fish feeding because there was loads of activity further upstream with fish rising. But no matter how carefully I waded the activity was always further upstream…
Eventually after trying various dry flies and nymphs, I had a result with a tiny beaded nymph below an indicator cast into a section of fast flowing water. As soon as the fly had touched the water, the indicator shot under and a quick lift of the rod meet with a feisty little fish. Disaster struck however just as I reached for the net – a stunning little grayling slipped the hook!! many, many choice words were spoken at that point!!!
Nevermind, where there’s one there’s bound to be more.. Not! I only had two further bites, and those were on dry flies, both of which brought beautifully marked brown trout, which whilst magnificently pristine fish, were not the greatly desired grayling.
In the end it was the River Ottery’s hungry brown trout that made the day. Neither of them big but both supremely energetic. A small brown dry fly cast into a riffle proved their undoing. Not a very technical description of a fly which undoubtedly has a name, but then hey – I’m a sea fisherman….