So I am not in the Sage club.
Emmanuelle has got a Sage rod; Alex recently bought one of those Sage Launch rods and finally Mike has went and bought himself a Sage XP- a 9 foot 5 weight. I am still plugging away with my old school entry level Greys rod (that everyone loves when they fish with it) Oh sure I still have my 7 foot 4 weight bamboo rod that outclasses their Sage rods but on the bigger rivers that I fish I often have to use my 5 weight and the extra length is handy.
I recently bought a Fulling Mill rod in a rather hasty move and have only fished with it a few times (for that take once- and even then it was only for an hour). My thoughts went along the lines of: I want a good rod, so should I either buy the budget range of a top end manufacturer or the top of the line of another less popular manufacturer. I went for the top of the line of the less popular and it has left me unfulfilled.
Alberto â€“ casting instructor extraordinaire says that you should never buy a rod for 500 quid as you will only want a new one in a couple of years anyway, which is a good reason to buy cheap rods and often. However I am one of those people that when I get something I like I stick with it no matter what- I get stuck in a groove and refuse to get out. I am ever faithful to the end. I was that dog that sat at the grave.
On the other hand I know I need to get my hands on a 5 weight 9 foot 4 piece rod for , err, travelling and convenience purposes â€“ it is the truth though as I intend to go a little further afar over the next couple of years. So if I bought an expensive rod I can pretty much guarantee I will still be using it in 20 years time.
You would think that some carbon rod manufacturer would maybe cotton on to the fact that I am up for it to receive any goods but alas I only get emails from pharmaceutical companies questioning the stiffness of my erections or Nigerians wanting me to assist them in the movement of large sums of money- it hardly seems worth it.
Now that Sage have brought out another super duper ultra sexy rod their last super duper ultra sexy rod is getting sold cheap (which is why Mike bought one, however he will continue to be an old hippy at heart by sticking a 20 buck reel on it) and this is why I may well succumb to the lure of sexy expensive rods.
New fly tying night- running initially for 10 weeks every Thursday from the 11th January – location will be Milngavie, Thursdays at 7pm – 10pm. Cost will be Â£3 per visit
It is our hoped there will be a monthly speaker and a beginners class. They are happy to accommodate anyone who wishes to learn over the age of 12.
Drop me a line for more info.
So it was this year I got exited about whole idea of using walky talkies while fishing. It was Mike that put me on to the idea and I was resistant at first. When he told me he had bought a couple for him and his brother I rubbished the whole idea straight away (I do that quite a lot, I change my mind about things quickly but NEVER about line trays). I think it was when we fished the Don that they started to appeal to me. Nothing chears you up more when you are having a terrible days fishing than knowing everyone you are with is having an awful day as well. What improved matters was the fact we could have a laugh about it. There were three of us- Mike, Alex and I. We regularly split up throughout the day as the fishing was absolutely awful and gave each other updates by radio.
– Seen any rises?
– No, have you?
– No, nothing at all, has Alex?
– He has not seen anything either.
– Roger that
Yup- exiting stuff that!
The conversation went on like that for the full day. To amuse ourselves we would occasionally burp in it just to be manly. It was also good as sometimes we would walk by the other person without realizing and they could catch up quickly. Essentially you still have the solitude but not the inconvenience of trying to find a fishing buddy when they are late. Alex of course, on the Don trip, put a radio in his pocket and it got wet (this turned out to be a bit of a theme with Alex)
Anyway, so I bought a pair from eBay.
Of course, other than the one mentioned there are other advantages. I have, on occasion, not been as tuned into whatâ€™s happening on the river as my fishing buddy (some might say I have not been as fluky as usual) and been put on to fish as a result of my walky talky. I have been fishing away, not doing particularly well while my fishing buddy is maybe a couple of hundred yards away- not wanting to shout it is a simple matter of asking them how they are getting on over the two way radio- usually the reply is that they are hauling them in and I have I not noticed the record breaking hatch of blue winged olives. Ah yes, as I tie on a BWO I just noticed it now.
They also act as a bit of an ego booster sometimes-
– caught a nice trout
– caught another one
– and another
– Oooh this one is bigger
– Lovely colours on this one
Of course the one problem I found was that they are not waterproof, at least not the ones I bought and which Mike recommended.
The first mishap came when I was fishing for Sea Trout at night– a perfect opportunity to use them. They worked great until I hooked a bat and in the confusion I dropped the radio in the water. But as luck would have it I dried it out and didnâ€™t touch it for a week, voila, worked perfectly. I suppose that is the danger of taking anything electrical near water- at some point it will get a dunking and are you prepared to lose it? Alex has dunked his phone a couple of times so has taken out one of those insurance thingies that gets him a new one- every time we go fishing he loses it or dunks it in the water (not to mention losing his wallet) Anyway, where was I â€“ oh yea electrical stuff. I think the next time my radio got a dunking was by Charlie-
– Here, your radio has stopped working and the front bit has all steamed up!
– Let me see it (opens it up to see water in the batteries)
– Did you dip this in the water?
– Er, no, I did fall in though
Alex put the final nail in the coffin when he was wading over the river to show me his giant brown trout. I am a bit of a pansy when it comes to deep water and tricky wading, actually maybe not so much a pansy as being allergic to death- just doesnâ€™t agree with me, however Alex is what can only be described as a â€œwading commandoâ€ in that if his head is still above water then a good result has been had. I have seen him in tricky situations where I would basically have to come out the water and have a lie down to calm down and he has barely rated it on the scary scale. Anyway, so Alex wanted to show me his giant trout (secretly he wanted a hero shot photo and as usual muggings here is the only one that carries a camera) and waded across the river at chest height to show me. It was most impressive trout and well worth the death of the radio.
The blue line represents the water level and the red circle is the now busted walky talky.
By luck would have it I have now found some waterproof walky talkys that work exactly the same as the ones that got busted except they look like mini bananas =
I have seen the ones I recently bought only in the UK eBay for some reason; have a look at them here for prices.
So I was supposed to go Pike fishing on Sunday with Alex and Charlie, I was all prepared however a slight overindulgence of alcohol on Saturday evening meant that I was feeling under the weather and had to stay horizontal. Being vertical made me sick. As It was I missed out on what sounds like a cracking day. Damn my greedy eyes for Gin n Tonics, Red Wine and Single Malt Whiskey
It was with great excitement that Charlie and I stared into the oily depths
of our own wee slice of fly fishing heaven – the Forth and Clyde Canal, as
it rears it’s ugly head behind and industrial wasteland near Kirkintilloch.
Given that the Blue-Winged Olive hatch hadn’t really materialised yet, we
opted to match what we thought the pike would be feeding on: Charlie with a
mean sandeel imitation, and me with a 4/0 ‘satan’s goldfish.’
So, with rod’s set up we commenced to thrash the water into a lather;
passers by giving us a generous berth.
About half an hour goes past and Charlie up’s the ante as his fly is
molested by something big. Alas, it was not to be……
Encouraged by this we fish on with ever-more vigorous thrashing as huge
flies whizz about the vicinity when it all clicked into place. For once
Satan’s Goldfish doesn’t end up in the tree behind me and bellf-flops into
the canal with a lound ‘thonk!’
After an impressive but short struggle a wee jack of around 3lb is wheeched
out by Charlie. After a quick snap, the offending article is removed and the
pike is safely back in it’s miserable abode.
Fuck. Pike FF really does work!!!
By now we are casting so frantically you could practically see steam hissing
off the canal as our lines thrashed it into submission. Charlie loses a
fish. A pattern begins to develop.
So, back to the car for a bite to eat and discuss tactics. We decide to plug
On go the lures: charlie opting for a wee flashy number and for myself, a
little rattling orange and yellow beastie.
On my first cast I can see my plug sailing toward a green and yellow
monster. It has ‘Eddie Stobard’ written on it’s side and is doing about
50mph on the A83 to Kirkie. ‘Bugger’ I think as the plug’s momentum is
halted by an overhanging tree. Charlie, the thankless hero of the day, takes
it upon himself to climb the tree and fetch it!
It was only fitting then, that shortly after I should catch a fish with it.
Charlie is now seething, and decides to relieve some tension by losing a
succession of pike.
The day is nearly done, and as I launch my plug out once more, a passer by
says “is that wan no guid enough tae keep?.” Taken aback by his rapier-like
wit, I smile politely and reel in the fetid remains of a disused fertiliser
bag. What canal adventure would be complete without it?
The walk back to the car was spent in the main rueing Charlie’s curse, and
making plans for the next trip!
So well done to Alex for catching his first Pike on the fly, I am looking forward to a bit of that action myself although to be fair my Pike would have eaten his for breakfast.
November 6th, 2006 | Category: Pike |
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How long do you think your fishing gear should last? Like your rods, reels, waders and boots? I am getting more and more annoyed at the way the tackle industry tries to rip us off and steal (yep steal) our cash.
Lets take waders and boots as a classic example. Now, your average waders cost around 130 pounds- how long would you expect them to last with regular looking after. By that I mean, you let them dry out after every session, you fold them away carefully and store them in an appropriate bag and any time you fish near a barbed wire fence you stay the f**k away from it. So how long? I will tell you how long 3 to5 years! Thats how long I want something to last that I pay 150 pounds for (thats around 280 dollars by the way). So why are we anglers always putting up with shoddy goods from these companies- I know some people, well not know as such as all my friends agree with me but at least people I have spoken to online who say that one season is perfectly acceptable for a pair of costly breathable waders- I find this totally unacceptable. I have been lucky, well when I say lucky I mean that I have managed to seal any holes in my waders nice and quickly, this was after my first pair started to let water in at the foot.
My biggest bug bear is probably boots; I have had 3 pairs of boots in 2 seasons. My Vision dual Track boots lasted one season and then they decided to put a hole in my waders with a nail, a design flaw if I ever saw one.
My second pair of boots (a pair of Snowbee XS dual terrain) lasted less than a dozen trips before disintegrating– saying that though they were pretty good at replacing them with a pair of boots that lasted half the time. I was shelling out more money on postage then anything so have now decided to go with Orvis for a change. I wonder about all the hype that the tackle industry give out- about the guys that test the rods and equipment- I mean my two pairs of boots disintegrated so the guys who tested them must have had the same problems. What happens to shoddy boots and waders that are not up to scratch? I will tell you what happens- they get sold to you and I as they know we will just go back and buy a new pair..damned annoying.