Pulling up next to the river I realised what a place this is to fish..the scenery reminds me of Canada...even though I have not been there. Huge valleys either side with loads of trees.....Richard the guide warned us of bears roaming in the woods and to be well aware if approached. I fear the polish lumber jacks more than i do any bear!!
|Everyone spread out on the mighty San|
I saw a fish at the rear of mesipping the full dun I could tell by the rise form this was a grayling and I knelt down in the water and spent a full hour trying to get this fish to take my olive. In the end it came down to a 10x tippet with a size 21 pale watery, a drag free drfit and the lady calming sipped it down and I tigtened into my first San grayling. What a joy!! But hard......I can't explain what it takes to catch such wised up fish....a San soul breaker. To watch your artificial duns drfit past..these fish don;t even twitch a fin. I now relaxed as I had caught a fish and went to fish a streamy pool for some action. There I selected my LTD and twictched it through a streamy pool where it produced six small wild brownies....not really my style but I needed a destress from fishing those flat calm pools.
|JT and Richie waiting for the hatch|
This river San gives you more ups and downs than a moody girlfriend....
|Our guide Ricardo with his massive Polish sausage|
|The lads liined up where the stag crossed the river|
|The day comes to an end on the San River|
We all sat down for the evening meal which comprised of sausage meat burgers. Later on it turned into a full lash up in hard core Polish style.
|Roger 'big bollox' Bryant|
|JT wastes no time......into a clunker on the San|