I actually like the idea of wild beaver. You know what I mean !
Itâ€™s all quiet on the fishing side after the â€œpikeâ€ fishing trip last week. Last week I even missed my fly tying night as I was stuck in the house doing some painting.
Here is a picture of Emmanuelle with a rather nice Grayling that he caught down at my other special river. It was all action when the wind died down but every time it started to blow it would all stop.
Here is a spider that had to be ejected from my house.
Nothing much to report the last few days. I was going to post a picture of my last trout of the season but for some reason my photo gallery is buggered up so I cannot upload photos. What I will do is point you towards my Flikr account where I keep some photos that I share with some people. You can look at it here or if you look down the right hand side of the blog (over the Tea Stick Rod) you will see a photo stream you can click on that.
I bought some fly tying materials the other day, some deer hair and some more CDC. This winter I am determined to stock my fly box with a meaty selection of fliesâ€¦..flies that I will show you pictures of at some point.
Over and Out !
Ah yes, that was what I said…..a deep river…I have caught Pike there in the past…hell Claire caught Pike their in the past…..except now we will be armed and dangerous!!
Where did it all go wrong?
We had wire traces, giant plugs that rattled (mine cost Â£1.50 but Alex bought Rapalas at 10 quid each) a nice autumn day and a river that was stuffed full of Pike. It had all the ingredients for a major day of predator fishing.
We were doing everything right…..like er…casting out and retrieveing slowly….my rattling plug scraping the bottom…its only a matter of time we kept telling each other
Should have gone to the canal!
There was a priest that loved to stream fish. One year there was a problem every time he had a chance to go fishing the weather was bad or it was on Sunday, when he had to work. All year he was anable to go. Finally it was the last week before the streams closed. The weather was bad all week until Sunday, when the weather was great. The priest could not resist, he called a fellow priest claiming to be very sick and asked if he could take over his sermon.
The flyfishing priest drove over 200 miles, not wishing to see anyone he knew.
An angel seeing the priest playing hooky went to God and said “Your not going to let him get away with this are you?”. God agreed he should do something .
The first cast the priest made was perfect. The fly floated past a log and a huge mouth gulped the fly down. For 45 minutes the priest ran up and down the stream fighting the mighty fish. At the end he held a 50″ world record rainbow trout.
Confused the angel asked God, “What are you doing?”.
God replied “Think about it, who’s he going to tell?”
Alas, it is time to put my bamboo rod away for another season,
But fear not I shall still be tying flies and going the occasional pike session.