So I and a couple of pals (Mike & Alex) are going away for a few days fishing and camping. It is going to be a bit of a big river bonanza as on Friday we should be fishing the Tummel, Saturday the River Don and on Sunday the River Tay. Should be good fun!!.
When I told Claire she had the cheek to say â€œsounds all a bit Brokeback Mountain to meâ€ the bloody cheek- there will actually be plenty of fishing and quite possibly whiskey as well. Alex has to share my tent so I sent him a text asking if he had one of those foam mattress things for under sleeping bags â€œthose are for pussiesâ€ came the reply. If that bugger wasnâ€™t in my tent I would be taking my self inflating double mattress with me, as it is we shall see who the pussy is when he is sleeping on a rock! Mwa ha ha!!
The weather is to be atrocious so wish us luck wherever you are!
I think the most exiting thing that can happen when dry fly fishing is when you see the trout coming up to take your fly. The last say I was out fishing on the Kelvin I was casting downstream to a trout that I had seen rise, I was getting a drift of just a few feet and suddenly I seen a flash as a brownie rose up from the depths of the pool to take the fly, it came up like a rising torpedo. Just at the last moment it turned away as suddenly the fly started to drag across the surface. I cast again but this time the trout took and was certainly not a happy chappy as it was jumping out the water and generally raging that it snack was a bit of tomfoolery. The same thing happened when I caught my first big trout from the Kelvin.
Exiting, you betcha
So it was a nice evening and I decided to forget the rest of the garden and have a spot of Kelvin action. It was a high temp when I got there and there was fish rising. I missed around 3 although I think they might have just been splashing at my fly. I was using a deer hair emerger. Later I moved up to the Vet school and managed to winkle out a couple of trout. I got chatting to a guy who has emailed me a couple of times, James, whoâ€™s wife was about to give birth, well, not today but tomorrow. He did the honourable thing and nipped out to do a spot of fishing- good move that man.
I telephoned Emmanuelle and he promised me some 2lb trout if I waited around for a spinner fall. Alas it was not to be, or at least no more trout rose. Well, thatâ€™s not precisely true I managed to winkle out one more trout however I am sure it will be 2lb one day.
I wandered up the river, but seeing as how it is a nice night there was a gaggle of young people, girls and boys, playing around in the river. The boys were desperately trying to impress the girls by making animal noises. Ah to be young again. A simpler time!
I then noticed a pretty big hatch of sedges. I noticed as there was a few on my arm, how sweet, I thought, I truly am one with nature.
I then looked down at my waders and found myself covered in them. I am still finding them crawling around my house which the old ball n chain wont be happy about.
No fishing tomorrow, more back breaking work in the garden awaits.
A bit of a repost this but seeing as how I have so many new readers I think it is worth it. Here is a book dedicated to the Kelvin
The book is the first full-length account of the Kelvin.
From its source near Kilsyth to its confluence with the Clyde, the Kelvin is a river of startling contrasts. From meandering stream to the dramatic and picturesque river at the heart of Glasgow. This superb book tells the fascinating story of the river and its main tributaries-the Glazert, the Luggie and the Allander. It also looks in detail at the thriving and attractive communities along its banks: from Kirkintilloch to Kelvingrove, Kilsyth to Kelvinside, and Milngavie to Maryhill. Famous people abound:Charles Rennie Mackintosh, the Red Comyn, Thomas Muir, Lord Lister and, of course,Lord Kelvin.The sweep of the book is impressive and it encompasses the widest possible range of subjects from history to architecture, geography to literature, and archaeology to ecology.
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So yesterday I had to come home from work early as I was struck down with a migraine hence no fishing. Today it is warm (in the 20s) and when I got home my beloved new wife wanted some serious humping done. Yes I had to hump large plastic bags full of stones from the local garden centre to the car and then from the car to my back gardenâ€¦..behold a couple of hundred quid and hours of back breaking labour and it looks exactly the same !
I was going to finish it off tomorrow but bugger itâ€¦.I want, nae I deserve an evening session down the Kelvin. In fact I am looking out my window just now and it still looks nice, but I am jiggy jiggered from hauling rubble so it had to be tomorrow.
I think it might be time to break out the Bamboo rod ïŠ
So I was controlling today for the Scottish rivers championship on the River Tummel. A controller is essentially someone that tags along with the angler making sure that they start and stop when required, are fishing with the correct hook size and measure all fish caught. I also got to carry the spare rod.
In most competitions fish are measured for length then returned alive to the water, scores are given by awarding points for everycentimeter of each fishâ€™s length plus points for each fish caught. Scores are then tallied up and the highest scores transferred into a possible place in the final. The day was split up into four sessions. A blank in any one session can effectively kill off any chance of winning; two would almost certainly put an angler out of qualifying.
I was controlling for David Chalmers who scraped through although to be fair the fishing was hard and a few people blanked so a mighty fair play to him. I am also a little bit fitter as my tiny legs had to work twice as hard to keep up with Davy dashing from place to place.
Has it made me want to fish a competition? To be honest maybe just the one but a lot of these guys do it quite a lot and I donâ€™t think I could put up with the stress of thinking that losing a fish would also mean I had lost the competition. However, if there is anyone out there that fishes the fly on the Kelvin and wants to give it a bash next year and represent the club let me know ïŠ
Looking through my stats I noticed I was getting a lot of visitors from pretty far a field. Because of this I have added a little translation thingy down on the right hand side. Hopefully it will be in your language.
If it doesnâ€™t get used I will take it off.
Obviously it will not translate my gibberish into sense!
I want to know how on Monday I managed to blank in such spectacular style. Not on the Kelvin this time but at my other special little place.
Last week I at least hooked trout albeit they managed to get away, I had deceived the trout into taking my fly. That was satisfying, even though they skedaddled. On Monday I did not even connect with a trout. There was a few trout rising, both Emmanuel and Alex managed to hook trout, in fact they both caught nice trout. It was Alexâ€™s first time here and it takes some getting used to- he managed just fine (maybe he stole my mojo?)
In my defence it was hard fishing and I was using a new rod that I was casting for the first time, but still I couldnâ€™t help but feel I was not concentrating or something. My patience was wearing thin, I could blame my new rod but I felt the pressure was on to catch a trout. The more I worried about blanking the more likely it was going to happen- like a self fulfilling prophecy.
Do you ever get days like that? People around you are catching fish? Every fish you cast to stops rising or your fly is immediately affected by drag (or micro drag for that matter). You change flies but it still doesnâ€™t work? I even changed to one of Emmanuelâ€™s deer hair emergers- a fly that he was catching all his trout on- as soon as it was on my tippet it was shunned by all trout- they even stopped rising when it drifted over them
Of course what I should have done was stop thinking about catching fish and go and watch the other guys fishing- learn something new. Take a breather, a cigar, sit down have a drink of water and just think how nice it is to be sitting in the open instead of cooped up in some bar somewhere drinking pint after pint after pint and talking about women and football.
Lesson learned- do you ever get days like that?
So what a weekend!
Saturday I went to the other river that I sometimes fish, the same place that I went last eek with Mike and it happened again. What happened again? Well I lost another big trout, however this trout was by far the biggest trout I have ever hooked. It was across the other side of the river and by some rather nice casting on my part (an ordinary cast in anyone elseâ€™s book) I managed to tempt the trout with a parachute olive.
The trout was on for a few minutes and then managed to straighten my kamasan B100 hook. I have heard of these straightening in the past but I thought the Nickel ones were supposed to be a little stronger. Emmanuelle managed to lose a trout later and we left without landing a single fish even though we had risen and played trout.
On Sunday I was up early shovelling large amounts of stones out my garden, desperately trying to get it done for 1pm as I knew the Kelvin would be back in action. I met another couple of Kelvin fishers, Charlie and Alex. Charlie is supposed to be a bit of a novice when it comes to rivers but still managed to catch a couple of nice trout. I managed around 4 around the Â¼ mark and Alex managed to blank somehow.
I found a nice little pool with rising fish so sent Alex in as he had not caught any- we were going to give him marks out of ten. Seeing as how he did not catch the fish but did not fall in I think we awarded him 3.
The Vet school was very busy with anglers, I think at the weekends I will be seeking quieter waters on the river.
As we were getting packed up- I noticed Alex was putting all his gear into plastic bags. Hey– I asked- why did you not just wear your gear on the bus? He gave some excuse about not being as cool as me but secretly we both know that I look not just cool but sexy as well. Anyway, I got him to half promise to wear his chest waders on Glasgow Underground. Now that will be a photo for the blog ïŠ