Lots of rising trout, steady hatches of olive uprights from the moment I got there until I left and crawling around on all fours for almost two hours was just the thing I was needing after a week of hellishly bad illness – blew the old cobwebs away. Left me absolutely shattered and home by 3pm.
I wanted something a little more slow paced today – Kelvin would be too busy and the Clyde too far and too big for my fragile body. What I wanted was a leafy little stream that I could lose myself in. Picking a blue line at random on the map (not really as someone gave me directions) I caught many trout on the dry fly after a rather annoying start.
Arriving at the first pool I hurriedly set up as there was around a half dozen trout rising greedily (you know the feeling) and within a couple of casts had my first trout from near the back of the pack as it were. Then after recasting the whole pool was spooked. I put it down to the first trout taking a jolly old romp across the pool – well you would wouldn’t you. Anyway, later I came back and all the trout were rising again, a couple of casts and they were spooked – this happened another couple of times. Eventually I worked out it was my new Roman Moser High and Dry Invisible leader I was using that managed to spook them – I reckon it was far too heavy and was causing a slap as it hit the surface – once I changed to a regular mono leader the takes came fast and furious as the trout did not B1 (Glasgow slang for running from anyone) under the nearest rock.
So with the Roman Moser’s leader binned (Invisible pah!) I had a great time working my way up this little stream for a couple of hours. Of course no river these days is without the obligatory burnt out car though…
Still, even this blot on the landscape made things feel rather homely …
I was using my new Orvis Troutbum 4 weight combined with a reel I had forgotten about which had half a 4 weight double taper still on it. I have been overlining my new rod by one when fishing my other rivers mostly because that is what I kept bringing to hand. With the four weight the rod was lovely and those fat trout put up a fair old scrap.
It started to rain on the way home and as I sit writing this now it is still drizzling – what we all need here is a good downpour to freshen everything up although as I doubt these light showers will do much.
Mucho work at the vice is needed – my box is full of enormous comparaduns – I need to tie up more tiny soldiers as there ranks are being depleted.
How did you guys get on?