So I decided to go for a wee walk along the banks of the Kelvin today for a bit of stress relief. It just so happened that I took my fishing rod and was wearing my waders at the time. It was only for a couple of hours, I did not think I was going to catch anything as the water was quite murky after all the rain but did manage to tempt this one too my hand…
All the dates on my pictures are wrong by the way, I have never got around to fixing it properly. I seen a bit more action as I found a few fish rising, managed to scare one away and hook one….it was a nice fish too………..it got off when it was a few feet away from me!!!
Ah such is life
the first person to spot the tent gets a magical suprise prize.
you get to buy me a bottle of Gin!
So I had a nice evening session down at a different river the other night and very fine it was too. It was also damned frustrating as I just couldnâ€™t seem to keep a fish on……I was standing below around 3 fish who were all taking tiny flies…..if you look at this photo here…they were down the middle of the channel where the foam is. We just call this THE POOL as no matter what is happening on the rest of the river there is always fish rising here. Generally I get there first, fuck it all up and then my fishing buddy catches all the fish.
I did actually finally hook one, a big fish, a lovely fish, I felt a heavy thrumming weight for a split second and then it jumped out the water, it looked long, over a foot long and then it landed back in the water with a splash……..gone.
Later after buggering up a few more casts and frightening fish away…look I am out of practice OK!!……I split up from my fishing buddy who stayed up the river as I wandered down……casting aimlessly as the light was going I got into a nice fish…..landed , phew I was doing something right. Then I was suddenly into a bigger fish. It took my parachute grey duster home tied on a size 18 Klinkhammer hook…I called my fishing buddyâ€™s name…….jeepers it was a nice fish, I called again……hells bells why the heck am I calling his name, he is like half a mile and about a twenty minute scramble away! Decided I was man enough not to use a net and got the trout in in. Quick wonky photee opportunity
And then that was me happy, a few nice fish and one stonker…..a content man!
A couple of weeks ago I took a walk along the Kelvin to scout out some of the slow deep stretches. The water was pretty murky and there was the inevitable cars and trolleys..
After my success of catch trout on dry flies on these stretches like those I think I will be having another little bash soon. Another part of the reason I was scouting out areas was that I had forgotten my scissors and fishy pliersâ€™. This meant if I managed to catch a fish and the fly was in the mouth I would have difficulty in getting it out!!
Oh the dilemmas!!
Glenn Yoshimoto’s Zen Fly Fishing
Lovely site about fly fishing for Perch. Its all about the Zen apparently!
You may have noticed recently that I have not been posting pictures of fish very much. That is because trying to take a good photee of a trout whilst holding a rod in one hand, being thigh deep in water is damn hard. Add the fact that the fish rarely smiles and sits still for the photo opportunity the results can often be pretty poor.
A. K. Best: “The Fishing was good, it was the catching that was bad.”
So for a little stress relief I went down to my little tributary for a couple of hours. It was at a good height but was a little cloudy. It was very windy so I was kind adaft using my 3wt but when I did manage to get a cast everything was fine. I did not manage to land one fish however. I hooked maybe around 5 or 6 but they quickly got off. I thought I would have a wee wander up the river to where the pools kind of get longer and the water slows down……I floated a little dry fly over some deep holes and was rewarded with a nice fish of maybe about 8 or 9 inches………it got away before I could see it for sure.
I got changed in a little car park next to a pub…..my better half told me I looked like a right geek with my waders, waistcoat, Polaroidâ€™s and rather cool cap! Grumpily I told her that down by the river side I looked rather dapper and to pass my thermometer….speaking of which I took a reading of the water and I could hardly see the damn thing as it was so low of the little gauge. It was less than 8 c anyway. I am going to start taking regular readings to see how it corresponds to trout and fly activity !!
Dawsholm park has a good head of Squirrels…maybe I should try this on those dog days!!