
The man behind the flies...






Sorry for the poor quality photo's, I only have my compact with me, a reflector and bits of aluminium foil

For those of you that are interested here's my blog story of my day on Tal-y-Llyn Lake, Wales Sept 2011.
I was lucky enough to squeeze in a half day of fly fishing on Tal-y-Llyn Lake in Wales recently. My Ghillie for the day was Emyr Lewis, a very knowledgeable guide, just shy of the big 70. Our meeting the day earlier was one of those pure chance incidents, like it was meant to happen.
The fishing was ridiculous as we had to contend with 40+mph winds. We were the only boat out on the lake, I guess you could say we aren't that bright. We persevered with a traditional 3 fly loch style rig, yours truly got into some unrecoverable tangles. Fishing some of Emyr's own ties, very sparse and considered renditions of flies like the Harry Tom, Haul a Gwynt, Green Peter and various hoppers and daddy long legs.
I managed to convince Emyr to fish and we hooked and landed 3 small wild browns each, the biggest going to Emyr at about 10 inches. I think we were lucky to catch anything at all, a real credit to his knowledge and skill on the water.
I'm glad that I got to meet Emyr and that we braved the weather together. I will cherish our day spent on Tal-y-Llyn Lake together for a long time to come.