Peter picked me up after work today and took me to Bourley lake.
May flies were everywhere. dive bombing the lake for drinks, I could see tadpoles feeding in the shallows, but the fish were not taking my flies. I tried a mayfly fly first, then an olive leaded damsel nymph, then the white nymph I made on Sunday, then a damsel I got from Orvis. No interest. Peter caught one, but I gave up at 7.30. My casting is getting better, and I apparently use the figure of eight method of bringing in line.
I wonder if fishing is so restful because you are surrounded by green…
