This my friend is the story of the nicest trout I caught from the Kelvin in the 08 season. By nice I mean biggest as well as most memorable. Not that I judge how well caught a trout is by how big it is, more about the situation, mood and overall experience. I suppose it adds to the experience if by some jammy piece of chance it is also big.
The experience pretty much sums up pretty much the whole of the 08 season for me – lots of memorable trout however no photographic evidence to back them up (or to show you guys and to keep in this diary)
I caught the trout one evening, a warm muggy evening – it was after a hard day at work and I decided to head to the Kelvin for some evening action – something that seems to have been lacking in my life over the last two seasons. There is something about dusk that calms the soul – the birds are lazier, the trees seem heavier and the trout get hungry (sometimes)
I worked my way up some slow barely moving water – every now and then I would see a trout rise however when covered it would immediately spook. Just after the slow water there is some nice riffles and this (I thought) was going to be the main event. By this point it was proper dusk and I caught maybe a dozen trout like this one…
…some bigger some smaller (note slack grip ensuring trouts guts are not squashed – a pet hate of mine in fishing photos) – I was using my Orvis Superfine 4 weight and a CDC & Elk – it was a great night. There had been a consistent hatch the whole evening and all the trout were eager for surface action.
At the top of the series of runs there is a way to battle through the bushes and then climb a small wall without having to wade back down the river. I thought about it for a moment, it was a hassle and would spoil the mood of the evening, it would make me all hot and bothered – it was peaceful, I felt safe – so I decided to just wade back down to my starting point and an easy exit. On my way down I noticed the trout were now rising in the slow water – they must have been made braver due to the darkness – I ended up dapping my fly down the river beside me, maybe a rod length from me as I waded slowly down the river, hardly casting (it is very difficult to cast here a roll cast is a must) – suddenly a trout slashed at my fly – I struck and it was gone I had missed it – I immediately put the fly back in the same place, again the trout took and it was on, leaping around the pool and boring deep – I kid you not at this point I thought I had caught my first Sea Trout on the dry fly – it took several minutes to subdue. Once in my hand I quickly unhooked it (you can see where this went all wrong cant you!) reached into my pocket, got my camera out and …flash…took its picture. Just at the moment of the flash the trout wiggled and was in the water, it paused and then was off like a …..well, like a fish really!
So this my friend is a picture of my nicest trout from the Kelvin in the 08 season.