Hawthorn Flies and a Wet Arse

It was my birthday the other day and tbh as birthdays go it was pretty good . The morning was fishing on a local stream . Evening was dinner out at a local . I had the river to myself , the river keeper was the only other person I spoke too. It was a typical conversation , the river the fish , the fly life and his ever growing number of dogs . As for the fishing it was slow . As usual for me I spent to long on a few fish , two things influenced me , number one was the Hawthorn flies which have hatched in abundance . But as the day unfolded it became clear the fish weren’t on them yet . The second thing was one of the rivers large brown trout . I reckon it was 5 lbs plus . I had managed to get into position by a red indian approach and positioned my self sitting on the back where I could deop a nymph onto it as it worked the faster run. Probably an hour was spent with the only things to show from crouching and sitting was a dead leg and a wet arse . Such is early season river fishing…