Where the hooey did the season go?
One minute we were all moaning about the hot weather and dead fish and the next I am walking down to nice little part of the Kelvin and suddenly not only is it autumn it is also the last day of the season.
I caught nowt by the way but I gave it a damn good bash. The first thing I noticed down in the park stretch that the recent spates have done a fair bit of damage to the banks.
I eventually seen one fish rise, a big splashy rise. Unfortunetly it did not come back. I had a mighty go at it though..
Met a couple of anglers fishing bait and got into long conversations about where they fish etcâ€¦was nice!
I shall be going for a couple of trips on the hunt for grayling, one at the weekend and maybe one other will wait and see what happens.
I am also hatching plans for some pike expeditions, been looking out my spinning rod and plugs. All I need to pick up is some wire traces and some long forceps.
Watch this space!!
So my wedding invitations are away winging there way to people near and far. Of course the whole wedding was handily organised for the end of November! About the only other thing I got a say in was the choice of buffet food for the evening guests: mini pizzas!! I am getting hungry already!
My step sister is refusing to wear a Chewbacca outfit which I am annoyed about seeing as she made me lug a full kilt thousands of miles around the world to have a traditional Scottish wedding in Sri Lanka. I should have been wearing a grass skirt or something.
At least a pair of Speedos!
Sometimes last minute fishing trips can be quite good, anything can happen, you can turn up and there is a lovely hatch or you are there just at that point when the trout just seem to want to eat just about any old fly (generally any old fly is the one I use anyway). The water could be at just the correct height and the wind not too bad. This is why when I got a phone call to ask if I fancied a bit of last minute tributary fishing I said yes.
It was in fact miserable, it rained was windy and we caught nothing.
To cap it off my friends waders leaked which at least gave us a comedy moment even if he did call me an evil bastard for taking it.
To cap it off I left my reel in his car, thats karma for ya!
You have got to hand it to this guy. Whilst working and fighting in Iraq fly fishing would not be in the forefront of most peoples minds, but hey… he packed a fly rod and it just so happened Saddam Hussein’s former palaces have lakes packed with fish so what are you going to do?
Yup, you would get your rod out and catch some Baghdad Carp!
So I decided to do a spot of loch fishing as The Kelvin and its tributaries are completely out of action. I took a walk (a hike?) up into the Old Kilpatrick hills where there is a loch not owned by any club but has some small trout in it.
There was a small burn coming out of the loch that looked quite tasty actually but I decided to head up to the loch as that was my primary purpose. I was using my 10 foot rod with an intermediate 7 weight line
I had a few casts from the dam wall and got some interest from a couple of fish, I would swear one of them was a rather large Perch, both fish swirled at my fly but did not take it. The loch is quite small and knowing that there was a small inlet with a burn around the other side of the loch I headed over.
At this time of year I would expect there to be fish there as they will be thinking about spawning. I had to jump over the burn which was in spate and was rewarded with two small trout that fought hard!
Lovely looking trout, nice color but I thought they looked a bit thin?
I also gave myself the willies as when I was walking through some bushes suddenly the bushes in front of started to shakeâ€¦.I heard a low â€œGrrrrrrrrâ€ and I hurriedly moved awayâ€¦.I then spent the next hour constantly looking over my shoulder for some kind of monster that would tear my head off and quite possibly eat me!!
I think it was a sheep!
Fishing Fly Stuck in Eye
I am pretty sure most people have seen this link by now, a reason why people shoudl ensure they wear some kind of eye protection.
The fly looks like a Pheasant Tail Nymph, which reminds me that I should rie up some for next season!
and even more pissing rain…
Just goes to show that you can in fact get too much of a good thing. The river is like hot chocolate (although cold) and looks to stay like that untill the brown trout season ends. If we have two days respite one of the tributories may be fishable….we shall see!!!