Okay, I am pretty much resigned to the fact that this season is a total bust! The birth of son number three has hit my evening sessions incredibly heavily due to the other two boys playing merry havoc as it ensures they get to stay up late.
Anyway, enough of my parenthood musings and more to the fishing. I think in the past we may have changed our plans for the weekend however as I had managed to organise help for the wife for the couple of days it was a case of fish or nothing – we chose fish. Even though it rained pretty much constantly conditions could not have been better.
On the Thursday and Friday evening I had tied up a half dozen poly yarn olives, some high riding poly yarn and deer hair sedges as well as some nymphs and they did the business for the two days of hard fishing.
They are great flies and at some point I will post a proper picture of one but I reckon you can tell what it looks like.
Like I say over the course of the weekend we experienced some proper downpours. However, with proper waterproofs it did not matter one bit and we fished through them without any problems.
Still, when the sun came out between the rain showers this lonely old glen became simply stunning.
It turned out the first fish of the day was the best fish. Alex had kindly let me fish the first best looking pool on the beat, a trout took my nymph and gave an almighty big pull and was gone. Another few casts and a fish jumped clear out the water, I think it was a Salmon and a trout had took my nymph again. It ran around the pool and came to my net without any problem
The first beat was long and we searched all the pools and riffles for trout. Some of the spots looked ideal however were totally fishless.
We even braved a pool that was being guarded by a great big pale monster. I swear its balls were bigger than a couple of tennis balls together.
You can fish this pool first I said to Alex as I lay down in the grass for a bit of a rest.
We got out the tubes for the tail end of the first day, drifting down the loch picking up trout here and their.
I even had another double hook up out on the loch – no photos of it though.
Day two on a different beat was one helluva lot posher – It was the 2nd time we had managed to fish the beat as we had been deemed “the right sort” by the chap who ordinarily charges hundreds for Salmon or thousands for stalking. The cash we gave him probably paid for the weekend papers. Saying that we were very grateful even just for the chat at the end of the long day.
One memorable trout had me scaling down my flies and casting from a tricky spot for a half hour. Eventually I timed my cast to its rising pattern and set the hook into a small wily trout that was one helluva lot wiser than some of its pals.
We ate shite all day, used the foulest language we could and drank cans of Stella. We then had a double whiskey with a pint and a steak pie in the campsite restaurant. We were pretty cold so sat in the car drinking rum and cokes out of our empty cans of Stella – we were reeking sheer class.
I was allowed out of work an hour early so managed to get to the loch before Alex who was stuck doing some grueling task imposed no doubt by people who do not understand the needs of an angler.
I blew up the bladders in the tube for its maiden voyage of the year and got all the rest of my gear together, I had settled on a 5 weight as the forecast was to be for warm conditions with a light wind. I walked up the hill with the tube on my back with the rest of my stuff in the tube bag. I had learnt my lessons from the last time that minimal stuff is required with a dedicated place to put everything. Last year after getting back to the car after a day’s fishing I realised I had dropped a rod and started to walk back to the loch however thankfully a wild eyed gamekeeper picked me up and drove me back as he was checking his deer. I would never be so lucky again.
I mused that the first few times I set up my tube it took a while whereas now it seems to take just a few quick pumps and it is done. I attached the straps and it was on my back with the large tube bag in my hand with all my stuff, I looked like an enormous Trout Catching Ninja Turtle and began the 45 min hike up to the loch. My first view of the loch was good, trout rising all over and a gentle breeze.
I put on a two fly cast and backed into the loch. I experienced the usual moment of blind faith panic as my ass came down to meet the inflated tube seat, I always think that the whole thing is just going collapse under water and I am going to be upside down not only looking like a chump but also a dead chump which is in fact the very worst of chumps. I was wearing my life jacket however I have always mused that if you are wearing a life jacket on a float tube that has four distinct air chambers what horrific accident must occur for you to need to inflate your life vest. If one of the bladders burst then you could still get to the shore and even if the worst came to the worse and you had to swim you would still have a couple of bladders you could use for a float. Still, it takes up no space at all when the lifejacket is on and is soon forgotten about so it is better to be safe than sorry I suppose.
I backed into the loch and had a few casts, immediately I started getting plucks and pulls but nothing stayed on. Usually this is the last place you end up after drifting the whole loch however I had decided to leave the far end for when Alex arrived. Plus the fact I was hot and sweaty after the walk in, wearing thermal long johns under waders and walking uphill for 45mins starts to chaff a bit.
I worked my way out of the corner, I was disappointed that none of the trout I covered took and I had a worry that maybe none of the trout would even look in my fly’s direction the whole evening (this happens surprisingly often) and I worked my way around a corner all the time working my two fly team – within a half hour I had my first trout in the tube. I realised I might be pulling my flies too fast so slowed right down and had my first trout of the day.
It took the fly under the water and bored deep, I think this may have been my nicest of the evening. It was a good dark wild brownie and was perfect. Before long I had its relative and I started to work my way back to my starting point to meet Alex.
We met up and dumped the rest of our stuff and it was a hike up to the top of the loch and then while Alex strolled confidentially a few hundred yards down an embankment I picked my way gingerly any minute thinking I was going to be impaled on something.
We set off from the shore and were immediately into fish – on my bank the wind died down so I went on the hunt for a riffle. I found it and started getting plucks and pulls again, some trout stayed on and some did not.
And that was it for the evening – a thoroughly fantastic evening with lots of wild brownies to the tubes, crashing takes on the surface with trout pouncing on the fly and then cartwheeling through the water. Spotting a rising trout, casting to it and feeling the unmistakable electric feel of a trout pluck, pluck plucking at your fly until eventually it properly takes it. Alex had drifted over and we slowly drifted together on my bank as an otter was patrolling his and we chatted as we took pictures of each other catching fish.
At one memorable take my rod was bent and what felt like a good trout bored deep and even took a little line from my hand, it fought like a big fish however when I spotted its flank it looked smaller than it should. I suspected that I had foul hooked it however as I brought it to the net I realised the awesomeness of the moment “Fucking double hook up!!” I told Alex “Fucking double hook up!” he agreed sagely!
As the sun dropped further I found myself casting to trout right at the end of the loch and even though they crashed into my fly and they were on for a few moments were gone just as quick. I doubled my species count not long after my double hook up by catching a nice perch which put up a nice scrap on the 5 weight.
As the sun dropped even further I tubed across the loch and even though I was still getting the occasional pluck the action died out. I did not mind and found myself realising that this was one of those fantastic sessions where you have forgotten the number of trout caught, after 5 or so the number becomes less important as it is just about fishing and having fun.
This will certainly not be my only trip out on the tube!
I had a blank at the LRF while on a short session on the way home from work – I stopped off at a popular spot with divers a couple of hours before high tide and was glad to have it to myself. I found that sea weed was being blown into my shore which resulted in a great difficulty in getting the jig head to actually get to the bottom. The sea weed when it was catching on the braid was acting like a float which meant the 2g jig was not scraping the bottom on the retrieve.
I moved up the loch and pulled into a wee layby I had not tried before. I found some really nice rocks which gave good access to deep water, well from what I could see it was well over 10 feet from the shore. It was pretty windy but this died down to allow me to fish – I tried some pink isome and then some red. I tried a heavier jig at 5g but still had no joy. I was pushed for time so only stayed until high tide and then high tailed it home.
I managed a wee quick session down at the wee burn where the small trout were very obliging – my fly box has now been totally re organised so finding a few suitable flies to leave in the trees for the future was easy.
I caught a half dozen trout in quick succession however none of the bigger ones which sadly I now think have all been taken away for Pike bait.
It cannot come quick enough !
I managed a quick session down at the breakwater – I met a chap (Glen) who fishes with the legendary Frenchman Nicholas from the Glasgow Angling Centre and we exchanged some info.
A chap walked past me and headed to the furthest away point after Mackerel while I hung about at the rocks.
I was their just after high tide, their was a lot of weed on the water. Glen had told me he was getting lots of plucks and pulls however I only managed one wee Pollack. I had tried down at a lovely spot on a local sea loch however had only had a wee wiggle so I was glad to get something.
It didn’t have pull on the wee rod!
I was using a wee 2g jig with a couple of inches of pink isome.
I am currently putting the finishing touches to an application of aquasure to my waders to make sure my legs stay dry. So far I have spotted a few places that have become worn.
Two trips, one to a local burn with work buddy to catch micro trout and one to Highland river to be destroyed by the midge.
We fished a few pools as their was a nice amount of water in wee burn. We fished fish about and we had a lot of interest from every pool.
This burn has never fished as well since the parkie told me that some guy had killed a load of trout for Pike bait. They are/were pretty easy to catch so probably a lot more fun than going to tesco.
2nd trip was a crazy dash up to my Highland River to meet Paul, I promised him Salmon and enormous rising trout. When I finally arrived after several mishaps he was throwing metal for salmon. He was also wearing a net on his head.
Turns out the midgies were out in full force making changing flies an absolute nightmare as you had to stop moving for a few mins. Even with the midge net on the bites on our hands were driving us crazy.
The fishing was poor for the fly however Paul caught some good trout on the metal which does not count. I managed one small trout which did not even stick around for a photo.
Conditions seemed ideal, warm and overcast with a good amount of cloud cover. Their was plenty of water in this wee spate stream as well. I have no idea why the trout were not responding. Even as the sun set the trout did not respond.
My hands continued to be bitten as I rummaged through my fly boxes for a specific pattern, the memory of those agonizing extra seconds was enough to make me reorganise my fly boxes when I got home. They were in a sorry state and I could hardly find a half decent fly.
I removed all flies and gathered together all “spare” flies around my gear. I then organised them into
Once completed I found that all I was really needing was some high riding dries to suspend nymphs and some nymphs. Not bad for someone that has hardly tied a fly in total anger for a few years.
So this week the vice comes out and I am in business again!
Last night I had a chance to go after trout on the Kelvin however totally blew it. I had just helped my wife from the Dentist (afterwards she had fainted) when I realised I suddenly found myself with a couple of hours spare and my old stomping grounds of the Kelvin with no doubt plenty of rising trout well within striking distance. We were also travelling home in separate cars.
I was just putting my key into the car when I realised that my trout gear had been left back at my house. It was a long drive home as I contemplated what could have been however I reckoned a couple of hours of Light Rock Fishing was on the cards seeing as how my mother in law was in helping out with getting the kids to bed. My hopes were dashed as she left as soon as I got home and I was left rummaging through some new jig heads that I had bought in preparation for a session. I had also bought some Pink Marukyu Power Isome which I wanted to try out to try and catch a Wrasse. I had seen some in an aquarium at Dobbies so was looking forward to not causing one any pain whatsoever and merely pitting my wits against its animal instincts.
Anyway, this evening it all came together with the Mother in Law, the tides and the weather to mean that I had a spare hour to try and catch some fish. I had no time to head for trout so decided to try and get my species count up.
There was a couple of young boys fishing for the mackerel however their was plenty of room to cast my wee jig into the depths, it was armed with my pink Isome. Before long my short slow jerky retrieve was being followed by wee fish and i thought about putting on a wee drop shot rig to catch then as I suspected my jig was too big. I watched as some wee wrasse followed my jig in however did not take. However my jig was snatched by a Codling and the game was on..
I was starting to regret not bringing my net as the side of the rocks were very weedy. The next fish was even more aggressive with its take. I found the fish had actually been foul hooked just above its eye so was then faced with the horrifying prospect of nearly pulling its eye out as I tried to get the hook out. Glad they don’t feel pain I thought!
I kind of need some help with the next two fish as I think one might be a small Pollack and one might be a Coalfish – however they might also be Codling.
I had lots of interest and lost a few as well. The rain that was threatening to start all evening started to chuck it down and even though I was still getting bumps I decided that my woolly jumper was not the best to keep me dry. Plus getting home in time for some dinner scored some brownie points. And by brownie points I do actually mean some points to go and catch some brownies.
I was fishing using a wee jig off a breakwater when I again caught a fish – this one was even bigger than the other one. I had cast out and twitched it back , the fish had slammed into it and put a fair old bend in my rod.
I sent the picture to a fishing buddy as it looked different from the one I caught the other day and it turned out it was a Codling again only more red.
It was very cold, around 12.5 degrees so if you factor in the wind chill it was maybe around 8 degrees. I was wearing shorts and a light jumper so decided soon after this fish just to head up the road. Also my foot was throbbing as I had slipped on some rocks and banged it – it now has a painful throbbing lump.
I want to catch a Wrasse and I think I know where to get one now, problem today was the wind which made keeping in contact with my wee light 2g jiggy thingy difficult. When I got home though there was some more Marukyu Power Isome waiting for me – got some in pink this time as well.
Planning on a weekend trip up to another Highland river when I get a chance. In the meantime it will be racking up the species with this wee outfit in the salt. Funny thing is that the Codling took so close that I reckon you could catch one on the fly given half a chance. Something for the future perhaps?
So to be honest my first steps withLRF (2 Piece) – Black, 6.9 ft has been pretty shit. I bought the gear at the tale end of last Autumn and then it rained for ages. When I did manage to get out I was just having no luck whatsoever.
You see the thing is most people that take this up no a bit about sea fishing so kinda know what they are doing – it is a bit like Tenkara, your average fly angler would quickly grasp the concept and then run with it. I simply did not have the basics in hand.
Anyway, today I set out to catch something and thankfully Poseidon was smiling at me (or possibly laughing)
I perched on some slippy rocks and cast out quite far and then twitched my worm thing back slowly. I had actually abandoned fishing at a pier because it was so exposed to the wind plus a seagull kept dive bombing me so perched on the rocks next to some deeper water was comforting. Suddenly I felt a wiggle (something I had felt before but it had never come to anything) and I pulled the most ugly beautiful looking wee fish from the salty water that I have ever seen.
Well, I had seen them in photos but never one in my actual hand. I then had to work out how to hold the beast, this proved remarkably easy and it was released once more. I then decided a change of tactics was in order. I had been reading over on Luremaniac about using jig heads so I tried one of them. I cast out a wee 2g jig head and then twitched it back towards me – this time whatever took proper bent my rod and took some line. It was around this point that I slipped on the rocks ending up on my side however in true top dog style I kept the rod up and when I managed to get myself to my feet I pulled on my 2nd ever fish to the LRF rod and my first ever
It was around this point I felt I was just getting heated up however it was now almost time to pick the boy up from school so had to make a hasty exit. My rod is still set up in my garage.
I think I may be getting the hang of this…
It has been slow on my fishing front due to the imminent arrival of my third son as I could not travel very far and now of course he has arrived which causes additional fishing difficulties. If you are a pal on Facebook you will have seen the photos.
However, the planets aligned and today I somehow managed to wing a session on my Highland river. I had wanted to fish the Kelvin however it has been fully blown out for trout by the rain. I stopped off at the Sea Pool and spoke to a salmon fisher before heading Northwards. If this rain keeps up it looks like we will have a bumper Salmon season as lots of fish have been taken already.
Even with the amount of rain this river still remains clear even when in spate although there was evidence of bigger water..
Even though the forecast was for 15 degrees and no wind it was actually about 12 with wind and some showers. The trout did not seem to mind and were rising confidently to pretty much everything but my flies. The first pool I put 4 trout down and the second a few more. This river is spooky and requires stealth, if you have fannied up casting to a fish you do not seem to get a second chance.
I moved down the river to a nice deep hole with a longing tongue, I have caught some trout from here before..
I had some moderate success in that I pricked a few trout in this pool, birds were swooping around however i could not work out what flies were hatching. I was using a dry and dropper with the dropper maybe an inch under the surface. Finally a trout took the dropper as if it was a dry fly. I knew it was a good trout by the bend in my rod and the pull it gave me – no jumping for this brute.
Plans for the next couple of weeks include some LRF and hopefully some Kelvin action!