I went for a walk along the Kelvin today and was pretty shocked by two things.
Firstly, it is bloody Autumn – sure I knew it was on the way however I appear to have missed the actual start of it – one moment I was looking out a pair of shorts for what we laughingly call Summer and suddenly I am looking out my long johns for the Pike.
Got to admit though – the lack of leaves mean you can see every wee nook and cranny – lovely little pools and riffles I doubt get fished.
In that white water there will be nice trout – I have actually fished in that spot – I ended up getting stuck at the bottom of a ditch – such is the life of an urban fly fisher.
I wandered on to Dawsholm Park -past the petrol pool, the smell was particularly strong today – I think I am going to report it again – I spoke to a chap from Sepa about it when I met him a while ago – he said he would investigate however I never found out the outcome.
The second thing that shocked me was in that over the space of a couple of miles I only came across one angler – I spotted him from behind a tree…
I gave him a nod and a wave however he looked at me with a “piss off” glance – a look I am particularly good at in the busier sections of the river.
There was even noone at the infamous spots along the Maryhill stretch. One of the last Saturdays of the season and there is very few guys on the river – saying that though there was probably over a thousand guys set lining in the Science park.