Unlike some folk I do not enjoy going for a wander along the Kelvin during the winter – It just looks depressingly dead and the trout seem like a distant memory. The water is always dark and knowing there are no coarse fish worth going after, the river just seems at a total slumber. My…
Category: brownlining
End of 2022 season
Bloody hell that was a quick season. One minute it was May and I was hanging around enjoying every other midweek day off and suddenly I am looking at new waistcoats for Christmas as my trusty old Hardy waistcoat has somehow shrunk over the last few years. I had also started to use my chest…
The case of the missing gravel guard.
My plan was to head South however a childcare issue meant I went north to my highland river instead. Just as I was parking my childcare issue was resolved which meant I could have actually gone South however by this point I was well past the point of no return – the morning was overcast…
I am hearing that the flying ants are here early.
The Kelvin trout love them, usually they come like clockwork in another couple of weeks however I hear that they are already hitting the city. This is a day when males and new queens leave the nest to mate, with many ant colonies doing so on the same day when the conditions are just right. It…
Roaming in the Gloaming
Managed an evening session after work on the Kelvin – a lovely warm evening with good temps right up until the bats were on the water. River is low however still plenty of trout taking off the surface. I was surprised that the colour of the water is quite dirty looking and not that clear….
Fly Blunder
Day off – weather was for clouds, light winds and warm with scattered showers – perfect in other words. What we got was bright hot conditions which are totally pants for trout – I did meet one chap who informed me he had a red letter day on another part of the river. Mid afternoon…
Disconnected from water and fly tying
Every Winter I say I am going to tie some flies and never do. I think it is because I am so far from catching a trout that there is some kind of emotional disconnect from the water or something. What this means of course is that I now find myself with a lack of…
Urban at it!
Considering I had tied up all those comparaduns it would have been plain rude not to actually use them. I got in the roasting hot car mid afternoon and headed up the motorway towards my shit pipe river. I knew that the part I wanted to fish was in a deep shaded valley so was…