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By Bob Bradley
You know the saying we fishermen have “Oh, you should have been here last week!” well for once I
was there last week; ‘there ’ being the upper Avon in Wiltshire and you know what? The fishing was
hopeless! And to cap it all, a few days after I got back, my buddy on the other end of the phone-line
sitting in his office 250 miles south of here, was now telling me that the mayfly was just building up
nicely and would be great in a week or two’s time. So, now, that would be: “Oh, you should be here
next week, or the week after”- if you follow me. In short, I had been too early; and not for the first
time this spring; I’d been too early once before already.
A couple of months or so before that mayfly debacle we had tried to jump-start the season by
nipping over to Italy to bag a few trout and grayling on the dry fly in Tuscany and Umbria with my
friend Luca Castellani. This would be before the season got underway over here in ‘Blighty’; before
the March brown’s stirred in the Usk, before the large olives seduced the first Eden trout of the year