As usual at this time of year I am on the lookout for some good books to read over the winter- that whet my appetite for the coming year.
I was discussing the end of the season with Mike on our last trout session together; we both agreed that we did in fact enjoy the end of the season and the chance to look at other pursuits. I like to read, go after some other fish when I can and do a spot of fly tying for the next season among other things. Mike however likes to go hill walking in winter and dig snow holes.
I quite fancy this book for the coming year…
It came highly recommended by a pal, I have added it to my wishlist just in time for christmas.
So Alex and I had some serious small stream action at the weekend, coupled of course with a hefty dose of big river action. The small burn is part of the Kelvin system and had a nice amount of water in it due to there being a spot of rain a couple of days before. Alex was moaning about the possibility of catching any trout in a burn so small ….
…but after I had caught a couple of trout I could hardly drag him away from the place. We also found some fairly gigantic Olives which were around an inch long (Alex unkindly said the fish were that long as well)
We ended our weekend with Alex going for a swim after taking one chance too far with his â€œenthusiasticâ€ wading and discussing what really makes a good day of fishing. We had spotted a fair collection of interesting wildlife- a sparrow hawk, a large red sedge (not its real name), a black swan and seen a badger set. Some people might argue that on a days fishing catching a fish is just a bonus- they go purely for the solitude and fresh air, to contemplate nature.
Balls to all that we agreed, if you donâ€™t catch fish a couple of trips then you would not too bothered but if it happened consistently then I would certainly be thinking that I should be changing my technique. If I seriously wanted to watch the wildlife and go for a walk I would not be carrying a fishing rod.
Next time I go fishing with someone I am going to ensure they take some photos of myself with a fish…..I am seriously noticing the lack of!!
A week left of the trout seasonâ€¦Baws tae that n’ aw !!
Here is one I missed earlier…..
Landfill activities cause problems for the environment
9 Jun 2006 – Ext01-D01
Landfill less. Recycle more. Protect the environment. This was the message from the Scottish Environment Protection Agency (SEPA) this week, after one of Scotlandâ€™s largest Councils was fined for polluting a major Glasgow river.
Glasgow City Council was fined Â£2000 at Glasgow Sherriff Court on Monday (5 June) after contaminated liquid leaked from their Summerston landfill site in the north of Glasgow and entered the River Kelvin. The liquid was the by-product of decomposing waste buried in the landfill.
Officers from SEPA noticed the leak during routine inspections of the site on 16 June and 5 August 2004. Samples of the liquid discharge and of the River Kelvin were analysed and both showed high levels of pollution.
â€œThis liquid is supposed to be collected, contained and treated on site, so that there is no damage to the environmentâ€ said Simon Pattullo, investigating officer for SEPA. â€œThat was clearly not happening on these two occasions. The River Kelvin is a well known fishing river, with increasingly good water quality. It is unacceptable that contaminated discharge from the landfill site found its way into this well known stretch of water.â€
The collection and treatment of liquid from landfill sites is just one of the reasons that landfill is becoming an unsustainable way of waste disposal. SEPA is a key player in the challenge to change the way Scotland disposes of its waste.
â€œThere is a massive drive to reduce, reuse and recycle going on throughout Scotland at the momentâ€ said Al Dewart, South West Area Manager for SEPA. â€œThe Councils in Scotland are currently investigating the options available to them for continuing the reduction of waste going to landfill. Until we have a full range of disposal methods developed and in use, the type of pollution incident witnessed at Summerston landfill in 2004 will always be a risk.â€
For more information on what can be done to reduce waste to landfill, visit the Scottish Waste Awareness website at: www.wasteawarescotland.org.uk.
Notes to editors
The actual charges against Glasgow City Council were:-
On 16 June 2004 and 5 August 2004, at Summerston Landfill Site, Glasgow you GLASGOW CITY COUNCIL did cause or knowingly permit poisonous, noxious or polluting matter, namely contaminated water indicative of landfill leachate, to enter controlled waters, namely the River Kelvin, by way of a peripheral surface water drain and a consented outfall pipe serving the leachate settlement lagoons, all there ;
CONTRARY to the Control of Pollution Act 1974 Section 30F(1) as amended
The Kelvin, alas, is still out of action after all that rain.
So last Sunday was a bit of a non starter when it came to trout rising and flies hatching. I mean the water had settled from the day before- a little lower and clearer but there was very little action. I just took my time picking up the odd small trout whenever I seen one rise.
I watched Mike for a while expertly picking up what looked like a nice Grayling which I thought was one of many but turned out to be one of few.
I enjoyed just working my way up a little pool like this one making sure that every little pocket of water was being covered, I would say that once every 10-15 casts I might have got an offer at my fly, it was iether on or off….usually off !
This weekend we are heading for a small river we have never fished before and then to my other fave river on Sunday.
I got to the river at around 0930 on Saturday which with hindsight a little optimistic as it was still quite chilly, there was no fly life and no fish moving. In fact I spent most of my time just sitting watching the water waiting for something to happen. When I got bored of that I experimented a little with using nymphs.
I have never been happy with the New Zealand style of fishing a nymph. What I was finding was that, yes, I was hooking fish but then I was finding that they would do a bolt into the weeds and because there was another trailing hook they would escape capture. The other thing I found was that thy would rise to the dry fly, fail to hook themselves as there was a bit of trailing mono and if they did hook themselves the trailing nymph would catch in the weeds again. All this added to the fact that I usually have enough trouble trying to keep my dry fly floating without a bloody big anchor dragging it down made me have a rethink about the system.
I remembered having a chat to Mike about this who recommended the use of a piece of sheepâ€™s wool; this would act like an indicator as well as ensuring a nice drift. Looking around the field I was in there was only cows which are not known for their floating abilities so I had to come up with a more radical solution- well not that radical actually, as I had already bought some of this floating putty.
I had bought it primarily for the little box as I was going to fill it with flies and attach it to a lanyard around my neck; I just never got around to it. You use it by pulling off a little piece and then squeezing it around the line- it worksâ€so soâ€ -probably slightly better than using a dry fly.
The river was very muddy and was up around 6 inches, I was surprised as the day before we had absolutely no rain, the day before that however we had a bit of a rainy day but I did not think enough to seriously colour the river.
The insect life started slowly, I watched a bee buzz past, and then noticed some of those cow pat flies buzzing around, then some butterflies and finally some olives. The trout were just not interested but I managed to sneak out some Grayling almost by chance.
I can feel the season coming to an end, which is strange as last year we had good sport right up to the last day of the season.
An intense three days fishing, where to begin? Well on Friday I decided to hit the Kelvin as I have not fished it in a number of weeks now. A mixture of poor weather and the fact that at the weekends the place is chocka block made me fish other rivers. I decided on a few hours down the vet school but alas it was not to be, the river was at a good height but the colour of mud. I decided that maybe a trip to one of the tributaries might be in order so did a quick dash (I am enjoying this driving lark) as I knew I had to go and pick Claire up from a night out. It was pretty slow if the truth be told, it was a nice height but there was just not many trout rising or feeding. On reflecting on the lesson that I learned from this session (you learn something from every session, I always make a point now of asking myself what I learned, also other people as sometimes I am a bit thick). I considered the rather nasty bush I encountered on my way down the embankment to the river. The embankments are around 8 foot high and covered in a variety of bushes, massive nettle patches, bees, wasps and giant spiders. You see, I forgot the reason that I bought a rather nice snazzy dedicated fishing shirt with long sleeves (that can be rolled up and then buttoned so they actually stay up) was that my arms always got scratched when finding my way through bushes- it used to make people think I am into self harm in a BIG way. What I usually do is keep them rolled up and then put them down when going through bushes. Anyway, I was half way down the embankment when I realised that I was wearing just a short sleeved shirt (my snazzy fishing one being in the wash) and that I was approaching what can only be describes as a â€œfucking jaggy bushâ€ I was at the point of no return so soldiered on, went down on my arse and then was instantly accosted by bees and jaggy thingsâ€¦..ah the joys of fishing. Knowing that this would not have put Steve Irwin off I soldiered on, finally dropping two foot into the water with an impact that scared off every trout within half a mile.
I then crept up the water, keeping my profile low and using tiny cdc fliesâ€¦I am sure there is a lesson in there, I think it might be to make sure my shirt is always freshly laundered in time!
Will tell you about Saturday later…
Mike has finally written up a report of his trip up North..
The Glory of the North
So just what the monkeys have I been doing?
Well, I have had two sessions fishing, one was down at my other river and one was on the tributary that I fish. In fact I would hardly call it a session as it was the first time that I have actually went fishing and only cast once- and that was only because I felt as if I had to, he fact that I had just slid through a nettle bush to actually get to the river had a little something to do with it. The reason I never had a cast was because it was just too damn low, there was very little water in it. I decided to walk down to the pool where it meets the Kelvin proper and got chatting toa couple of guys bait fishing for Salmon. As we were chatting a salmon of around 10lb head and tailed out of the water- most impressive. When I think about it that salmon was the first live one I have ever actually seen with my own eyes.
I mean I have seen dead ones, like thisâ€¦
â€¦but never an actual live one. The two guys were kidding me on about coming down with a â€œflying câ€ and you know, the thought actually crossed my mind. Of course what I should have done was turn back immediately and fish the vet school, ah the fool I am !!
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€ !!