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
I have had a devasting weekend with big fish lost. I have been telling all and sundry that will listen.
Be prepared for a mammoth groaning session wher I tell you blow by blow how I lost the biggest trout on the dry fly……with the bent kamasan B100 to prove it !
Meanwhile- here is an interseting book that I forgot to put on my wishlist (my birthday is on the 25th). Funny that- I was having a conversation with soemone today about catching roach and carp on the fly in the canal.
Check it out…
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.