So I have been hearing mixed views on the death of Steve Irwin the infamous crocodile hunter. For some, it was an accident waiting to happen for a reckless adrenalin junkie who was just in it for the cash and for others it was a tragic accident that robbed the world of a dedicated Australian naturalist and wildlife expert.
To be honest I liked the guy and kind of sit in the middle, it was a tragic accident waiting to happen to a dedicated wildlife expert!
Pity there will be no more â€œdanger dangerâ€ !!
There are those I imahine that would lump us anglers in with people like this….
BRITAIN’S most notorious collector of rare birds’ eggs died when he fell from a tree while examining a nest, an inquest has heard.
Colin Watson, 62, climbed three-quarters of the way up a 40ft larch tree before falling to his death.
A coroner’s court was told he died from a punctured heart and multiple rib fractures sustained during the fall in woods near Doncaster, Yorkshire, on 24 May.
The coroner yesterday recorded a verdict of accidental death and said it was not his role to examine why Mr Watson had climbed the tree.
Earlier, Watson’s friend, David Sargent, told the inquest how the men had been walking in the woods before the accident.
“Colin said ‘That looks like a sparrowhawk’s nest’ and he said he’d climb the tree to see if there was anything in the nest,” Mr Sargent said.
“I was not paying much attention. Then I heard the sound of breaking branches and a thud.”
Mr Watson travelled the country trying to add to his collection of rare birds’ eggs.
He had a series of convictions for activities prohibited under the 1981 Wildlife and Countryside Act. These included taking golden eagles’ eggs from near Inverness, attempting to do the same near Perth and of possessing snipe eggs in Lerwick.
During a raid on his home in 1985, the RSPB found more than 2,200 eggs, including those of a golden eagle, osprey and sparrowhawk.
However, the good that anglers do for the environment and the fact that if the fish is not returned it is killed to be eaten is certainly a justifiable way of defending our sport. But egg collecting ?
I see Trout Nut has had a makeover (not that Jason needed to do one). I remember when it arrived on the internet and the forums were a buzz about this new site with detailed pictures of insects. To be fair I am still amazed by the detail of the insects….
So I was planning to go for a full days fishing on Saturday, considering I am now a driver I knew I could wangle the car from Claire if needed it so I could go a little further afield than the Kelvin. One of my pals asked me if I thought people would be wondering why I have not fished the Kelvin in the last few weeks, I would hope you good readers realise I am still in that stage of wanting to drive to places I would not ordinarily have got to myself. Come next season and I will be hitting the Kelvin again full force. Anyway, work has been chock a block with things to do and I have not managed to spare a few hours to spend on the Kelvin. There is of course an additional problem of two spillages in the river that I have heard about which is pretty well wiped out the fishing (not the fish I hope) down my end of the river.
Anyway, On Saturday Alex asked if I wanted to spend a full day on our other favourite bit of water. When he said a full day I thought he was talking about maybe 10am to around 8 or 9. Possibly even a session from 12 to around 10. What I did not reckon on him meaning was a half past four pick up- being on the river at dawn and then fishing through to dusk. Nearly 14 hours of solid fishing, â€œOh buggerâ€ I thought â€œI am going to need sandwiches and coffee for this one”
Anyway, in the end up the day absolutely whizzed past, dawn was a quick affair with a few trout caught- Alex caught a belter using a nymph suspended under a dry fly.
Oh, seeing as how he was so chuffed, here you go….
I was not to be out done and caught a beauty of a Grayling that gave an impressive fight even though I was trying to hussle it in so it was not tired out.
I had to spend a little longer than usuall cradling the fish in some slack water before it had recovered enough to swim off under its own steam- I had learned my lesson from the time I (stupidly) let go of a nice trout only to watch it go belly up in the current, it was only a stroke of luck that I captured it again.
One reason I think for this most great day was that the wind picked up. The last few years I have fished here it has always been windy and we always caught lots of trout- this season it has not been windy and we have still caught trout, big ones at that, but just not as many until the wind blows. Our theory is that there is always the same amount of flies on the water- ok sometimes more when there is a big hatch but it is usually quite consistent. When the wind blows hard the trout see the surface chopping up (my wordage) and expect to see a lot more fly life that has been blown on the water. While it was windy I was (and so was Alex) picking up a trout every other cast, I lost a fair few when they would dive into the weeds but the end result was usually a nice fat trout.
Of course casting in the wind is a bit difficult but when it is all short range works it sure was fun. Mike noticed the wind phenomenon one day he was fishing as well.
Cant believe it is only a month until the end of the season- by the way, I have decided to keep the little competition going until the close season as some punters have decided to send pictures in late- for some people my RSS feed was not working and did not know about it- I will up the prizes and add a mug with a nice picture on it!
It is a funny old season right enough, last season I caught no grayling at all and this year every time I go to my other river I am picking them up. I must say though that I am not fishing for them intentionally (they are out of season) – they are coming freely to my dry fly when I am casting to rising brown trout. There is a theory that grayling move around a river, travelling a fair old distance which is why one year you mat find none and the next lots, I had never had any experience of this but now I think I am seeing it first hand.
I caught a few brownies too but on the whole it was a frustrating evening, there were small flies on the water, plenty of trout rising but alas the vast majority were ignoring my flies. I would have a trout on a black klink then the rest would ignore it, switch to an olive, get a fish then they would ignore it again. I even managed to foul hook a trout just above the tail with a sedge. I thought I was going to have to call Alex to take my photo as it felt huge but soon found it was around 8 inches
It was bound to happen eventually, I really have no sympathy for these people.
Anglers attacked by animal extremists
I see the September issue of fish wild is now online.
So with my new found freedom of car travel I have had a busy couple of days. Last night I went upstream on the Kelvin to a spot that Mike fishes regularly- and consistently pulls nice trout out of.
I however totally blanked, probably because the water was too low and I did not have that experience of fishing the water regularly to guide me to places that would get me a trout. I was not too bothered to be honest as it was just quite nice to explore another stretch. I think I will grab Mike next time he is in Glasgow and get him to show me around.
This evening it was a trip to my other fave bit of river.
There was a fair few olives coming off and there was trout rising so I managed to winkle out a few before I ran out of flies. I just love the colour of these trout.
I was with Charlie who consistently finds it a difficult place to fish and blanked once more, I think this was his fourth trip. To be fair at least this time he seen some action- hooking a nice rout that sadly got off, or was it two? I cannot remember. I gave him the nice thought that at least he had deceived the trout into taking his fly so in essence it did not matter that the trout was not landed- the purpose of fishing had been fulfilled. Charlie immediately retorted that I had not to give him any more of that zen crap as I would not be saying that if I had blanked four times in a row- TouchÃ© I thought!
I am now up North for a few days camping and possibly a little fishing, Ta Ta!!