Pike Vanish From Lake

Pike Vanish From Lake

Canadian resort puzzled by disappearing fish.

August 2004

Where did all the northern pike go? That’s the question being asked by the community surrounding Watson Lake, located on the border between British Columbia and the Yukon in Canada.

Before last year, Watson was considered a prime destination for trophy pike. In 2002, according to fisheries officials who spoke with The Associated Press, anglers caught 1,680 pike, keeping 158 of them. Based on those catch statistics, biologists estimated that the lake supported in excess of 20,000 pike. Last summer, however, the catch rate on pike dropped to zero. As in zip, zilch, nada.

“It’s weird,” says Aaron Foos of the Department of the Environment.

Weirder still is the fact that the other game fish Watson is known for—grayling, lake trout, whitefish and burbot—all seem to be doing just fine.

After being alerted to the problem, fisheries officials searched intensively for any indication of pike in the lake. They surveyed shallow spawning grounds, set nets and interviewed anglers. But no pike were found.

In seeking to solve the mystery, Foos said the department looked for signs of contamination from toxic or foreign substances but that so far they haven’t found any. Another aspect of the peculiar situation is that pike seem to have disappeared from the lake that feeds into Watson as well. Sounds like a job for Mulder and Scully.

n@ked girls…….classy!!

Damn, another Sunday and not going fishing. Back at University now so my fishing time has been severely curtailed. I wouldn’t mind so much if I was actually getting the chance to get out and go fishing but the weather has been crap which is putting the rivers in terrible condition….and well….you know the rest right.
So I had to make a decision on Saturday about fishing. I was in Ikea and had ordered a new bed. My better half is attending a wedding fair today and it was a toss up between me possibly going fishing…And that was a big possibly with the weather or staying home waiting for our new bed in the morning. This is in fact a big deal as our bed just now is horrible. So I looked at the rain and thought about the state of the river and I took the executive decision of texting my fishing partner and calling it off.
It’s a shame as the river we have been fishing is great. I mean the Kelvin is my home water but there is just something unique about this part of the river that is fantastic. The river is wide but is dotted with lots of islands which makes you feel as if you are fishing lots and lots of little streams……and you know how i like small streams right? It costs like a few pounds for the day permit and I think we have pretty much paid double the season permit in day permits so next season full permits all the way. We just wish we could be their in ideal conditions. The first time I fished their (no I am not going to tell you where) I had a great day and caught many trout. It was very windy. It always seems to be windy. The second time it was way too warm and humid and it soon started to thunder. The next time it was way too high. The time after it was high, windy and raining…..you see what I mean? After the last trip we packed up as the wind was howling and the rain was starting to come down pretty heavy, we got talking about next season and about ideal conditions. I started and then he replied……..
-a nice summer’s day
-with a little cloud cover
-a little breeze, not too much not too little
-a nice hatch going down
-and we know what they are
My fishing partner paused a moment and in his Italian accent said:
-and n@ked g1rls tying on our flies!!

Class, sheer class!!

Times Online – Sport

Times Online – Sport

If I had 20 bucks I would have went along and bought it…..oh hang on it was £20,000

Downgrading and destruction of Loch Lomond – The Herald

An interesting letter published in The Herald
Downgrading and destruction of Loch Lomond – The Herald

Its a shame that Loch Lomond is being destroyed by speedboats and those jet skis. The last time I was at the Loch it was nasty…I wasnt fishing just sitting enjoying the sunshine and peace when “VoooOOOOOOOOOOOOSHHH”

Bob Wyatts Book!

So Bob Wyatts book is finally out. he writes a good yarn in Fly Fishing and Fly Tying magazine and has some cracking insights into fishing the fly. I enjoy reading his artcles in FFFT magazine and it was one of his paterns for the Grey Duster that I use most!
Click on the picture and see if you fancy buying his book….over at Amazon….just in time for the cold dark nights too!!
cover

I was checking out new digital cameras over at Amazon as well…totally rooked for cash. I may have to wait untill next year before I get a new dinky one :(

edit….you may find this post interesting if you are a new reader.

Camera busted!!

Damn and blast. Like I said the other day about my dinky camera…it got dipped in the water whilst I was wading deep….but I thought I would let it dry out and maybe , just maybe it would be ok. Well, today I found it on top of the fridge with the lense cracked and teh side split open. I can only think that it was caused my someone aggresively tidying the flat up……..possibly a dyson incident :/

A nice orchid

Here is a nice Sri Lankan orchid!!

orchid

Scary wading!

So today I had one of those crazy “I think I am going to drown moments”. I had waded out to the middle of the river that I was fishing. Rather foolhardy really. It was difficult fishing in the wind and you had to get yourself into particular positions to be able to present a dry fly properly…..it was hard fishing as the fish would “come on” for say 10-15 mins and if you seen a fish you had to keep going at it unless you pricked it, spooked it or caught it. So when you seen a fish rising you went for it.
I was standing in the middle of the river on a little island and the wind was blowing a terrible gale. Anyway, I decided to go back to the other side of the river where there was a little ruffle nearer the far bank out of the main flow. I was sure there was a fish rising. I started to wade back across at a part that I thought was fairly shallow. Hell, it looked it. Well, I was about half way across when I realised that the water was now up to my waist…..and rising with each half step that I was taking. Now this might not sound bad BUT the flow was pretty strong at this point….I was at that stage where you are not sure what is worse: to turn around and go back or just keep on going. I’m not sure I would have actually been able to turn around if the truth be told as the current was so strong. I shuffled forward another foot and the water came up another few inches. “oops” I thought (or words to that affect) and this is when I started to get a bit panicky. When I say panicky what I mean is that inside my head I was saying “Oh no oh no oh no oh no” The flow was so strong that it was nearly lifting me off my feet……and jumping baboons was the damn thing not getting stronger…and ….wait a minute it was getting colder as well (that was in fact the start of freeze to death)…I shuffled forward another few inches….it was hard picking up my foot as if I didn’t have both feet on the gravel then I might lose my balance in the current and then get swept off my feet…which was a distinct possibility…..I was shitting myself (in the imaginary sense not literally). Ooooooh AAAAAhhh…shuffle shuffle…I had to take a chance and take a step….the other problem with this was that there was some funny deep holes. Like in a shallower part I had taken a step and had found myself up to my waist in water when I thought I would be up to my knees.
So I shuffled.
This seemed to go on for ages. Shuffle …small step…feel with foot…jam leg next to a boulder…take a rest…shuffle…you get the idea!
I felt the flow easing slightly….by bagoombas I was going to make it….another little step I was out the worst….and I could see a fish rising in the little bit I was trying to get too. For the moment my little panic was forgotten as I fished on. Caught some lovely brownies today…didn’t get the Grayling I was after but maybe next weekend.
Later on when I was telling my fishing partner about the fright I had it didn’t seem as bad……”nearly fell in…shit masel..camera busted too….was in ma pocket”

Season’s end!!

Well, it’s only another couple of weeks (if that) till the end of the trout season. It’s a shame as the last couple of weeks have been pretty bad weather wise so I have not gotten any fishing done. In the morning I am going with a friend to attack another river, not the Kelvin however… we are going a little further afield.
I have missed going fishing the last wee while…..hell if the truth be told I’ve been like a caged thirsty animal with a drink of water just out of reach. All I seem to do is think about casting a dry fly over a rising trout or just plain searching the water with the anticipation of a possible take. I don’t know about how you fall asleep but my thoughts are full of bubbling streams and hooking tiny brownies and then slipping them back.
I was thinking the other day about why I go fishing. Especially fly fishing. It has something to do with the concentration involved……it just seems to blank everything else out….you know what I mean??? Like my 89 year old Grandfather loves his garden…..it is his hobby. He tells us about when my Grandmother was still alive and she would notice that he had had a hard time at work or something was on his mind and she would say “you know, that little corner over their, it could do with a little flower” and he would go and do it. It took his mind off his problems. I think everyone should have something in their lives that they can do that will take their mind off their problems. Fly fishing takes my mind off any problems that I have. Their is something about the concentration that is needed to cast and recast to a 8inch brownie that is laying just next to a submerged log that has overhanging branches that centres your mind……and when you catch it…..well the satisfaction is soothing…..and if you don’t……hell there will be another one just around the corner and you can always come back for that one later!!
I dont know when I first wanted to fish although one of my earliest memories is chasing bees around the garden with a pole with a piece of string and a flower on the end…strange eh? Maybe its a hunting thing!! My mum n dad (now deceased a few years) did their best to encourage me but they did not really know much about fishing. I went with an uncle a few times (a confirmed bait fisher and still is) whom I learned the basics and then was introduced to the fly by a family friend. That was the person who taught me the basics of fly tying as well. I mostly fished lochs and reservoirs from the bank and did not really know how to fish rivers properly with the fly until I fished the Kelvin. I fished the River Leven for a few years…not with the fly though…with worms and maggots…not static lining though…still caught hee haw!!! When I first started fishing the fly in the Kelvin I didn’t have a clue, basically it was downstream and across in the riffles….which caught me a surprising amount of fish. If someone was totally new to fly fishing then I would recommend this to get a feel of a few fish. But then everyone recommends the way they first discovered how to catch fish don’t they??
Anyway, where was I …….oh yes….thinking about fishing, falling asleep thinking about fly fishing……hell… I like messing about in rivers as well. I like nature, I like seeing kingfishers, otters, trout and trees for that matter……we all know how I feel about trees :) I have already said that my parents are deceased, I suppose one of the things that I enjoy is contemplating about what life would have been like if they were still alive (they both died young) ….its that clearness of thought that comes when you are just sitting having a rest before you move on to the next spot.
When Im not going fishing….or I cant go fishing what with the weather n all……. the next best thing I have found is mucking about making my little web site and writing in this little blog. The site and blog started as a fishing diary for myself…somewhere to put up pictures of fish that I have caught or situations that I have been in. I love memories……I hate forgetting things… not very good when my memory is like Autumn leaves in a stream.
I always find it amazing at the amount of people that visit and the reasons that some of them visit (you should see my logs….and no i wont tell you how many :) ) Im also thrilled at the people ive met through the blog….from the guys I go fishing with regulary to all the people that i email and feel like I know to the guy i run into from time to time and who gave me a lift home one night (you know who you are)!!

Anyway, I had better get to sleep as I have an early start in the morning ……getting picked up at 0900. There is also a good possibilty of a grayling as well…..it would be nice if I caught one…I have still to lose myself to that “Lady of the Stream”

Yaergh….now its the boots!!

Right……so I have a few weeks left to the end of the season and one of the felt soles is coming off my boot.
felt sole
Usually I would complain bitterly but I was actually warned about this happening if I did not hose down the boots instead of letting dirt bulid up in the felt.
Anyway, all I need is a working patch to get them fixed for the next few weeks…so I reckon after some advice I am going to go for the Evostick option.

Must dash to B&Q

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