At this time of year tumbling leaves might well deposit all manner of goodies (terrestrials) on the surface for watchful grayling, but they’re a proper pain in the backside when you’re trundling a team of three spiders through a pool. It seems every other cast you’re snagging the damn things which have an uncanny habit of drawing your line tight like a taking fish. Even so, all the cursing is worthwhile as every so often you tighten into something that pulls back. You could be more sensible like my mate Richard who favoured a single dry fly to fish, which makes dealing with leaf matter that much easier.
~Richard Tong finds a quiet corner that’s pretty much devoid of leaf litter~
…Thankfully some of the leaves we encountered had a habit of pulling back…
