I am planning to go fishing on Saturday. My pal Emmanuelle stated that the weather was going to be crap according to the BBC and that we should maybe think about fishing somewhere a little closer to home. This made me scout around for other weather forecasts and I am surprised at how different they all are. Here is a selection
Look at the five day forecasts- unless they have changed (which I doubt) they are all completely different. This made me think that they are all talking crap. It turns out that I am not the only one as I found this highly informative link.
How accurate are the weather forecasts?
Essentially the BBC are only accurate 40% of the time. Good gried I could predict the Weather better than that.Yes, when asked I would say- it will be variable.
In ten days time it is my birthday and I am considering getting a new rod for the larger rivers that I fish. A rod to replace my 8.5foot 4/5 weight. I am thinking of getting a true 5 weight 9 foot. My sister is heading over to the states so i think I will get her to pick me one up and take advantage of the exchange rate.
For everyone else I send them to my Amazon wishlist
And welcome people from the Guardian I see I am now being listed there…….stick around the season is just about to begin 😉
It is soon to be Easter, not that I am “into” easter apart from chocolate and a long weekend. I hope this weather clears up.
My fishing pal Emannuelle sent me this rather nice quote by – Robert Traver, 1964 (Judge John Voelker, 1903-1993)
I fish because I love to; because I love the environs where trout are found, which are invariably beautiful, and hate the environs where crowds of people are found, which are invariably ugly; because of all the television commercials, cocktail parties, and assorted social posturing I thus escape; because, in a world where most men seem to spend their lives doing things they hate, my fishing is at once an endless source of delight and an act of small rebellion; because trout do not lie or cheat and cannot be bought or bribed or impressed by power, but respond only to quietude and humility and endless patience; because I suspect that men are going along this way for the last time, and I for one don’t want to waste the trip; because mercifully there are no telephones on trout waters; because only in the woods can I find solitude without loneliness; because bourbon out of an old tin cup always tastes better out there; because maybe one day I will catch a mermaid; and, finally, not because I regard fishing as being so terribly important but because I suspect that so many of the other concerns of men are equally unimportant – and not nearly so much fun.
A group of local people, including anglers are alarmed at development proposals on the River Ribble, there are plans to build a barrage across the river, a water sports park and over 4000 houses in the river’s flood plain.
The barrage would irreversibly damage the entire ecosystem of the River Ribble and Estuary which is an area of International importance to wildlife. The Ribble supports more bird species in internationally important numbers than any other site in the UK, and is one of the top 3 UK Wetland sites
Check out the progress at Save the Ribble
So this was a day of firsts. I had my first proper session on the Kelvin of the season. I saw my first Kingfisher of the year. I caught my first trout on the dry fly for the year. Additionally this was the first time I have actually fished in the snow.
The day started out nice and by around 1330 I decided to take a wander along to the river. It was a little higher and dirtier than usual with no fish rising so I fished down with a little nymph but had no joy. Then at last I seen a trout rising to Large Dark Olives which were on the water in abundance. Strangely it was in the same place as I caught my first trout of last year. I got into position let it drift past the fish a couple of times and then he was mine.
Possibly the best feeling all year.
I fished on and then spoke to a couple of pals on the phone. Emmanuelle had caught his first two trout yesterday so I was keen to tell him that the score was 2-1. However he was just finishing up in his local river and had caught another two. So that makes the score 4-1.
Alex was fishing up North pulling pink zonkers and had caught a few stockies- the shame â€¦.the shame.
They both told me it was snowing where they were; Emmanuelle just stays a few miles away so I was surprised. About ten minutes later the snow started: a rather interesting experience. By this point I was fishing with a nymph again and apart from a few tugs nothing happened so I reckoned my time was up.
Being of the shy persuasion I have updated the 100 things about me page as someone said I was cagey about my identity.
I hope it clears up any questions.
BBC- Bird Flu in Scotland
I am ok…last time I looked I aint a swan !
Alas, it did not go according to plan. After work another regular Kelvin fisher and I hit a tributary for some small stream action seeing as how the main river was out of action because of the rain. In the end we caught no fish and got cold into the bargain- which seems to be a bit of a tradition when I go fishing with Alex.
I think our optimism was slightly greater than our actual chances of catching a fish. Well, with hindsight that was the case anyway. What we should have done was head down to the river in the middle of the day- at this time last year I was taking trout on olives but now with working full time I have just got to take my fishing time when I can get it.
The usual first trip calamities- how a big thick thing likes fly line get into this mess is beyond meâ€¦.
It was cold, I mean really cold. I felt as if my nuts were going to freeze off at one point if the truth be told. I was worried when Alex told me he was fucking freezing and wanted to head to a local pub for a pint- he is made of sturdier stuff than me. Once in the rather nice pub I think people were bemused at this couple of rockets sitting wearing waders having a pintâ€¦
We learned a valuable lesson- wait another couple of weeksâ€¦.