Here is a nice Sri Lankan orchid!!
So today I had one of those crazy â€œI think I am going to drown momentsâ€. 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 properlyâ€¦..it was hard fishing as the fish would â€œcome onâ€ 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 waistâ€¦..and rising with each half step that I was taking. Now this might not sound bad BUT the flow was pretty strong at this pointâ€¦.I was at that stage where you are not sure what is worse: to turn around and go back or just keep on going. Iâ€™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. â€œoopsâ€ 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 â€œOh no oh no oh no oh noâ€ The flow was so strong that it was nearly lifting me off my feetâ€¦â€¦and jumping baboons was the damn thing not getting strongerâ€¦and â€¦.wait a minute it was getting colder as well (that was in fact the start of freeze to death)â€¦I shuffled forward another few inchesâ€¦.it was hard picking up my foot as if I didnâ€™t have both feet on the gravel then I might lose my balance in the current and then get swept off my feetâ€¦which was a distinct possibilityâ€¦..I was shitting myself (in the imaginary sense not literally). Ooooooh AAAAAhhhâ€¦shuffle shuffleâ€¦I had to take a chance and take a stepâ€¦.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 â€¦small stepâ€¦feel with footâ€¦jam leg next to a boulderâ€¦take a restâ€¦shuffleâ€¦you get the idea!
I felt the flow easing slightlyâ€¦.by bagoombas I was going to make itâ€¦.another little step I was out the worstâ€¦.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 todayâ€¦didnâ€™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 didnâ€™t seem as badâ€¦â€¦â€nearly fell inâ€¦shit masel..camera busted tooâ€¦.was in ma pocket”
Well, itâ€™s only another couple of weeks (if that) till the end of the trout season. Itâ€™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 Iâ€™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 donâ€™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 donâ€™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 didnâ€™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 donâ€™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”
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.
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
Added some small stream spate pictures to my new gallery.
Here is one:
Click the picture to go to the main small stream spate gallery.
Not sure how long it will be up for!
I think I fixed all the links……have added small stream photos to gallery, better layout.
Right, I have spent the last couple of hours setting up my new photo gallery. It can be found HERE
There is not much exitement going on though so dont get disapointed…..over the next couple of days i will add in more photos. I decided I didnt like coppermine (for all you geeks out there) as gallery is much nicer and i like the hidden folders option. I allso like the way that there is a plugin for wordpress.
Anyway, Im too tired just now to go through the blog fixing all the pictures that have been knocked out of whack for some reason so I will bid you a good night!!
So Im reading Trout at Ten Thousand Feet at the moment. Highly entertaining…
John Bailey has travelled all the world’s continents in pursuit of fish. His extraordinary adventures have taken him to the most remote and inhospitable parts of the globe as well as those more familiar areas much closer to home. He has encountered espionage, death threats, and even a plane crash, as well an immense variety of fish and a collection of assorted characters from around the world, many of which he is proud to call true friends. Trout at Ten Thousand Feet is a collection of John Bailey’s remarkable and hugely entertaining fishing tales that reflect a lifetime’s passion for fishing. This exciting, adventurous and often humorous book brilliantly captures the essential magic and mystery of angling – from anchovy to zander. Laced with witty and apposite line illustrations throughout, the book is a fascinating and compelling read, and the perfect gift for any fisherman.