Alas, I could not fish on Saturday however Alex (aka the Nymphmaster) sent me this report.
We were blessed with a cracking spring afternoon on Sunday, lots of wild life (and wild folk) – more about that later! I opted for the vet school stretch, which had that usual kelvin green tinge about it and running at a nice height.
I had a few casts here and there as I walked downstream, but with not a touch to my flies, and a constant reminder of how cold the water was (thanks to the worsening leak in my waders), my early-season eagerness was disappearing. I crossed the river and fished a nice pool with a dry and a nymph.
The wading in some parts of the Kelvin, it must be said, is horrific! At one point, I was kinda balancing on a pallet that had become rooted in about three feet of fast water. I could feel it wobbling about and tilting in the current as I walked over it. At least it will make a perfect home for thousands of invertebrates! Talking of which, there was a small trickle of flies hatching just after midday. Obviously not enough to get the fish really interested, as I saw nothing rise all afternoon!
At one point a kingfisher flashed right past and into a hidey-hole in the overhanging roots of a large tree. It’s amazing how many of them the Kelvin supports. Next thing, the guy fishing opposite me shouts “Oi, d’you know who those guys are”. I had noticed a couple of dudes downstream of me earlier. Now if my wading experience wasn’t enough, these guys were yomping up through the far side of the river, in the deep channel in front of a verticle jungle of jaggy bushes and other highly effective wader-shredding devices. Not that torn waders would be a concern for these gentlemen – they weren’t wearing any!
They seemed to be having a whale of a time, maybe it was a crazy red-nose day stunt? I’m sure they don’t mind me taking their picture….
Not long after 2 O’clock, the fishers left in their masses to watch Rangers and Celtic slug it out in the league cup final.
Only down the Kelvin!