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Lyn Davies offers some ‘no-nonsense’ advice for newcomers to sewin fishing. Some of the most successful sewin anglers I know are somewhat narrow-minded. Many wouldn’t dream of a day’s rainbow trout fishing or even brown trout fishing – they are specialists in their field. Night fly-fishing is all they know, and they use the same methods and techniques demonstrated by their fathers and grandfathers. In comparison to other forms of
Lyn Davies turns to some old favourites for some inspiration… I know a novice angler. He’s been fly fishing for just over a year and he’s still asking me questions – all the time! On this occasion, he asked, “Do the old fly patterns, still catch fish?” He was referring to the ‘classics’ of yesteryear. Patterns such as the Ace of Spades, Appetiser, Baby Doll, Jersey Herd, The Undertaker,
Lyn Davies fishes the River Kaldakuisl, Iceland in search of his first Arctic Char… Iceland may be famous for its hot springs, geysers and active volcanoes, but I only had eyes for it’s most common freshwater fish – the Arctic Char. My journey began with a flight from London Heathrow to the Reykjavik – the capital city of Iceland. Following an overnight stay, my guide collected me from the
Continuing with his trip to Iceland, Lyn Davies stumbles across an unknown lake, where the Ice-age brown trout average 3–4lb! The Internet proved invaluable with my preparations. Iceland looked fantastic – huge brown trout to double figures and arctic char in unspoilt rivers. I was able to read the latest fishing reports, learn of the local fly patterns and generally have a feel for the island. It’s always a dilemma
Lyn Davies meets up with Welsh Youth Fly Fishing International, Gavin Perry for a night on the River Towy. The Sewin season was well and truly underway when I’d received a phone call from seventeen-year-old Gavin Perry. He wanted me to accompany him on a nights fishing on the tidal stretch of the River Towy at Abergwili, near Carmarthen. Gavin had caught fish the previous night using some new
Gasping for breath, I’d finally reached the departures entrance at Bristol airport – I’d lugged three huge bags stuffed with my fly-fishing gear from the long stay car park. I was off for a weeks fly-fishing on the Isle of Lewis, part of the Outer Hebrides. It was the first week of May and with the weather a month or so behind, there was still a definite nip in