For a change the weather frogs got it right … it rained … a lot.
I checked out the upstream part of the stream hoping to find a leftover trout, didn’t find any …

Now my friends and I had a theory about the lack of trout being caught.
It had not been the first time that the guy responsible for stocking trout
also was the one to clubber them out of the stream the next day with his friends.
No proof of course but this had to be the worst season I had experienced concerning trout catches.

Anyways I tried my best in the rain as the stream started to discolor and rise due to the heavy rainfall.
The fly of choice for these low visibility situations was the squirmy and it attracted a lot of bites.
Alas only bites from gudgeons … smallest bottom feeder in the stream that usually grabbed the tail
and hanged on till the last minute like little pitbulls.

The plus of the murky water was that even in the shallows you could approach the fish close.
Some spots also yielded dace and a couple of small roach but no trout.
Plenty of action but no good fish to be found at the spots I visited.

When I got enough of the gudgeon bites I headed straight to the pub for dinner.
The pub was void of the usual bikers and day trippers due to the weather.
I did ran into my fishing buddies though … they also had seen no trout on another stretch.
The highlight of the day sure was not the fishing but the dessert, waffles with ice cream and hot cherries…