Blunders and DIY

So after a week of painting and trying to get new carbon brushes for my washing machine I knew I was earning some serious brownie points. After actually fitting the carbon brushes and getting a start on the huge washing pile AND cutting the grass on Saturday morning a trip to the river was on the cards. With baby 3 due any day now this was serious so I had to make a short and sharp session – I decided that a Saturday down on the Kelvin would quite possible be a day for the bams (I would end up gabbing with them all) so I headed to my highland river instead.

Some snow still on the hills.

Some snow still on the hills.

After a walk to the first pool I realised that a potential headache was the fact that I had left all my flies back at the car. Also a rather large trout was boiling on the surface on the other side of the river. Never fear, I had my emergency stash in my back pocket of the waistcoat – a  mishmash of a a few dozen or so flies that I was sent by a reader a while ago as my fly tying took a dip due to kids. I spooked the fish of course however as I worked my way up the pool a trout took the nymph and pulled hard, It must have pulled too hard as with a quick jerk the trout was gone. My dry fly was still intact however the nymph knot must have given way. I cursed my laziness as I had quickly just tied the nymph with it’s trailing leaver on to my dry from my waistcoat where I had put it after my previous trip to the Kelvin. This meant that I did not have any more nymphs, instead I trimmed down a dry until it looked “nymphy” and rubbed it in the mud a bit so it would do the job just fine.

Long pool

Long pool

I fished on however did not get another take. While walking back to the bank their was a big splash just underneath a bush, I thought it might have been a big trout. I thought this as when I was wading slowly up the river i was peering into the crystal clear water scanning for trout. Their was lots of wee black bits of weeds on the river bed and I noticed one of them that was around a foot and a half long drift away from my path and sit behind me – that was a big trout but was thoroughly spooked I was sure. Anyway, it turned out to be an otter that was hiding under the bank, I moved towards it and it shot off giving me the death stare.

Hiding Otter

Hiding Otter

I walked down the river and spotted another angler across the other side of the river, she was a redhead with a spinning road. She was sitting down and I think fishing worms. I did not feel like chatting so just skulked past of the other side.

My next go at a trout was at a lovely deep pool where last year I got several trout. It rose on the far bank a couple of times and I covered it three times, it took with a boil and I struck, again the rod bent over as the brute of a trout bored down to the bottom of the pool and my fly pinged back to the top of the water. I have no idea why this time the fly came free however it proved to be my last trout that I had a go at. This was doubly annoying as the cast was made even more difficult by a rather viscous downstream wind that grabbed the tippet making the fly go everywhere but where I wanted it.

I walked back up to the car but I think the bright sunshine was not helping matters.

Dead thing!

Dead thing & Pretty Flowers

Final Tally:

Trout Lost: 2

Dead Things: 1

Women Fishers: 1 (although not the nubile bikini clad variety)

Cows: Lots, in the distance mooing with sinister undertones.

3 comments to Blunders and DIY

  • Good to see you have managed to get out a couple of times and that despite the pressures of family life, you have not lost your sense of humour. You are still the top of my blog list. I don’t want to worry you Alistair, but fishing time does not come too easy in retirement either. My latest Southern blog http://www.urbanfieldsportsman.com/index.php/urban-trout-stream-springs-into-life/ regards Ken.

  • Funny story. Looks like it was a fun time!

  • Alan Robertson

    Is that schiehallion in the background? Was up fishing the Tummel and Loch Tummel at Easter, had a nice early season trout from the loch. I did have a look upstream but didn’t manage to wet a line, like you, family commitments. Planning a visit later in the year, hopefully come more prepared than I was at Easter. Nice story as usual,

    Alan

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