Each year the memory of Idrijca is haunting me through the darkish winter days. The pictures of Idrijca are deeply pressed into my DNA and to be honest here, it is one of the waters, that taxes me the most. The fishing pressure is relatively high, fish is relying on a constant food supply, you cannot go on the lookout without spotting the fish. But, that is only one part of the Rubicon cube.
We hit the Idrijca Valley mid-week with our colleague David from States. Starting with a bluebird sky and drifting dry flies on upper part of Idrijca River. We could have moved volume of fish, as they were on the move in the lower water column, but the preferences were clear, dry fly sport the preferred technique. Few bow's and a brown trout were exchanging hands and freed to thrive in the rive.
Last week of March the cold front crossed Slovenia, bringing in a rainy spell, with an immediate effect on river levels throughout the land. High waters brought us all - fly-fishing addicts - into perpetual state of distress.