Some LRF action at least!

I am getting sick of Facebook – every time I go on it all I read about is Kelvinators hauling in huge trout from the Kelvin on the River Kelvin Fishers page.

I am currently in a Holiday Cottage that is probably as far down the Clyde as on can possibly go without actually being outside the Clyde. Anyway, I had some respite this evening when I was dropping off some stuff at my house and headed down to my wee LRF spot.

First few casts I did not think I was going to connect to anything as it was a bit windy however then a wee pollock decided to nail my pink isome.

Yay!

Yay!

It fair took some line and was safely returned. I then took another which was slightly bigger and then lost what I think was a wrasse at my feet. Their was no distinctive wrasse tapping, just a slamming take and a dive for the depths.

At my feet

At my feet

I then cast far and felt what I thought was another pollock but tuned out to be a nice codling.

Codling

Codling

I decided after this it was time to head up the road as tomorrow I am heading back up the estuary to another holiday cottage – I believe the next one is near a Sea Trout mark.

Watch this space!

 

No fish all year!

Last night I realised that I had not actually caught a fish all year.

You read that correct = all f*cking year!

We are a day away from June and I was damn near on my longest blank of the last 25 years. This is  due to the fact that due to a rather nasty fire in my house in which part of it was totally torched I am currently moving between various holiday cottages in Argyl and Bute. Thankfully nobody was hurt and that is the main thing that counts.

So last night after some blazing sunshine I bolted to a Sea loch to try my luck and was greeted by this wee fella.

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Obviously it is nothing compared to what is going on in the Kelvin just now – head over to the most excellent River Kelvin Fishers page to see some of that action by guys who are not living out of suitcases.

Still, it was nice seeing this view until the midgies tried to kill me!

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Today I took some clients who are trying to form a fishing group down to the canal for some coarse action and caught some nice Perch – no pictures though!

I have big plans on a loch I have found – watch this space!

Highland Blanks

Headed past the fault line being chased by the weather. First option was washed out and in a field so continued on.

Finally settled with the beach casters – we tried to buy some extra bait in a supermarket but never found any!

Wind in the valley!

Wind in the valley!

We thought about tubing a loch on the way back however a black cloud was following us everywhere we went.

A Cold Day

A Cold Day

Still, the cobwebs were definitely blown and I was home in plenty of time to earn some points!

Kelvin account…

When I took some bags out to the wheelie bin this morning it was warm, at least the sun was shining and I did not skuttle back in to the house. Instead I stood and felt the sun on my face and wanted to catch a trout. It has been a long busy winter (hence the lack of posts) so I headed back into the house and got my shit out my fishing cupboard and stuck it into the car. The kids and wife piled into the car and we headed to Paisley where I sacrificed damn near £50 a month to the Gods of the “new sofas” at DFS. We then headed to Kelvingrove Art Gallery where the kids and wife were ejected and I donned my trout hunting gear.

I was keen to get stuck in as over at the River Kelvin Fishers facebook page a few guys have been posting their exploits so I knew some rising trout might show themselves.

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Looking downstream

As I strung up my rod and line I could swear that it was snowing and I wondered if some blossom or something was being blown on the water. It was when I looked up at the angry clouds I realised that it was hailstones that were drifting down, bag fat light ones though so no need to get under cover. I worked my way up the pool and spotted my first two risers of the year, their was a steady stream of Olives coming off the water however they were just out of reach. I got into the water and started to wade however it was not to be as I shat it when trying to get past some very slippy green tinged rocks. My fishing feet are definitely not with me yet!

The river was dirty enough that I could not see the bottom and up enough to make crossing at this particular spot difficult. I scrabbled across the wrong bank, the right one being the one I can cast from without there being any issues and the moved up disturbing some usually productive water. When I got to where the trout had been rising a few roll casts put the fly on the spot but the trout was spooked long ago by my wading.The positive was that thankfully it was too cold and not enough bushes for their to be anyone having a nature wank so I was safe.

I then came across some more rising trout – 6 to be exact.

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tricky

I would love to say that I caught them but I spent a good hour covering them with little joy – there are three distinct currents and even when I managed to get a good drift at the last moment drag would take effect and the fly would move unnaturally. A couple of times there would be a boil under my fly which is a classic refusal at the last minute of a trout that realises something is just a bit off with the fly. This happened with all the trout bar one that moved a few inches from its station and let me hook it only for it to be gone after a few pulls. I looked up and their was around a dozen folk possibly tourists looking down at me from the bridge. I do not remember this many folk being interested and it put me off for a bit however I plugged on and then next time I glanced up they were gone. A couple of the better trout were supping flies from some dead water and they drove me nuts but it was all good action anyway.

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My boys joined me and I showed them how to cast – I let them try a roll cast from a wee island.

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I did not mind heading back to the car as all the trout had stopped rising by this point – the hatch of olives were long gone!

The temperature bumped 12 degrees a couple of times today however I reckon during the hatch it was 10 degrees with the wind chill slightly lower.

If you guys have not done so already please join us over at the River Kelvin Fishers page for a bit of banter.

So my Kelvin account is still pending however a week at this time of year can make a huge difference weather wise so lets see what happens next week!

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Weirdly, the last trout I caught…

Weirdly, the last trout I caught was not caught in a river.

It was caught in the salt in Helensburgh…

Trout from the salt!

On the barbarian rod as well!

 

I froze myself to -273.1 degrees Celcius…..

My friends were worried, but I’ll be 0k.

 

 

 

Fly Fishing the River Irwell and other Streams

Found a fantastic blog – Fly Fishing the River Irwell and other Streams

Some of the pictures remind me a lot of the Kelvin.

With the fantastic line of “Three fish rising here caught none of them.”

That is the kind of report that I think we can all relate to!

Bravo!

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