I want some of this…
As opposed to lots and lots of this….
I want some of this…
As opposed to lots and lots of this….
For those that live outside Glasgow and the Americans you should know it has been raining pretty much non stop now for ages. Probably since Chuck left Glasgow which shows just how jammy he was with his dates. The River Kelvin is in a crazy spate and so is pretty much every other river within peeing distance of Glasgow.
Just outside Glasgow is a wee burn that I have fished once before however did not do well as it was high and colored. The stream is fed by a stocked loch and I have been told it not only has monsters in it but it is usually high due to draining the loch. I passed by it on my way home from work and decided I should give it a bash as I had nothing to lose – I could see what looked like long glides from where I was standing 100 yards away however up close they were anything but…
It was fast and fairly furious and after a few casts of using a dry and dropper I did what anyone else would have done in the situation – instead of facing upstream I faced downstream and swung a wet fly – well, it was actually a nymph as I had no wet flies however I could not get a CDC n’ Elk to sink so the nymph it was.
I fished several pools and noted that I was not at all that far away from my usual urban environment as a train sped past behind me and the usual weird concrete blocks faced me..
At every pool I felt trout attacking the nymph, I would feel a quick thump thump thump and then the trout would be gone – am I supposed to strike or something? When I fished down and across years ago they just used to hook themselves. Finally, one stayed on long enough to put a bend in my rod and I gave out an audible “Awwwwwwww” a few moments later when it got off.
It was still a good wee session of an hour or so considering there is no respite from this rain in sight – if it carries on much longer a Pike trip may be on the cards!
At this rate we could be jacking in the fishing and taking up other weird hobbies – weather watching anyone?
How you guys holding up?
It was around a year ago that I finally met the legend that is Matt Eastham who writes over at North Country Angler. He took me to a spot on a river that he fishes and I had a ball – it was a lovely evening and I was immensely envious of the way that Matt makes chewing straw look cool as fuck!
Anyway, I have another trip planned for Centr Parks booked for next week and this time will not be joining him as we at some point will pass each other as he is heading up North to quite possibly be killed by midgies on the Isle of Sky!
Being the gent he is he sent me a day permit for the spot we fished last year – already I am anxiously looking at the weather forecasts under the guise of planning family barbecues when in actual fact it is choosing the best evening to catch some of Matt’s trout!
When you talk about being a dedicated fly fisher you might think about getting out every few days or even every day (before kids) however Chuck Graves has taken this to an entirely new level.
Dedication is driving for hundreds of miles across Europe (after flying their from the States), under the English Channel and then another few hundred miles through England to end up in a hotel next to the Kelvin and then hit some tourist spots for the day with the wife and kid just so that you can fish the Kelvin for an evening.
That my friend is what you call dedication – true dedication!
The only other time I have seen dedication like that is when last orders is called in a Glasgow pub!
I wanted the Kelvin to be in top form for Chuck and everything seemed to be going well during the day with fairly high temps around the 18-20 degree mark however there were storm clouds on the horizon and if I have learnt something over the years (that I promptly forget as who the hell wants to be a skeleton at a wedding) it is that a few days of shitty weather means the fishing the night before will be difficult.
And it was difficult, however we all still managed to winkle out trout and Chuck got to meet a couple of kelvin legends: Alasdair P & Jim Burns. I had walked down to the river earlier and watched Alasdair fishing the worm in the Big Blue (pool) when Stuart Hunter went to join him – I watched as Stuart strung up a rod which Alasdair told me was his brand spanking new salmon fly rod.
Of course Alasdair managed to snap it almost on the first cast and felt bloody awful about it.
We fished on up the river watching the occasional Yellow May flitter about however the big trout were being particularly belligerent and it did not help matters that I managed to catch a few trout before Chuck – some people might think this was skill when in actual fact it was sheer bloody luck!
We did a car dash to another part of the river before darkness came down as it may have been a tad more sheltered and were presented with several spooky trout – Chuck witnessed a monster leaping out the water before deciding that a couple of pints and a fishy chat in a local pub was the order of the day.
Chuck has been reading and commenting on the blog for several years now and noted that the pictures of the Kelvin trout have certainly got bigger this season – I did notice him checking my hands in case I have in fact shrunk however my non- tiny hands have been confirmed resulting in a definite rise in trout size.
Of course this session seems like an age away now as the river is now an unspeakably huge raging torrential mess which is only good for bringing in the Salmon…
What this means is that when this rain stops the river will have a lovely clear out of all the junk, weed and other detritus and we should have some great fun in the well oxygenated water.
Bring it on!!
I am going to start out and say I should not really have expected anything more.
I have always had a bit of a weird relationship with Hardy and their customer service. I suppose I should be glad they do not treat an opinionated asshole with a blog any differently than any other punter.
After my favorite Greys rods (the old style 2 piece GRX 8 foot 6 4/5weight) was crunched in my car door by my beloved three year old I was kinda hopeful that the lifetime unconditional guarantee would kick in – I would fork out the £15 that I had obviously paid for when I bought the rod and a new top piece would be in the post.
What of course I did not expect was to be blindsided by a “we have none of them left” and do you wanna pay £50 for an upgraded model?
Browsing on the net for fishing tackle shops I find a Greys GRXi from North East Tackle for £100 so the £50 offer is looking pretty good. However I do not want a new model with a funny new action that I may not like for £50, I want to pay £15 and get my old rod back that has grown with me over the years – it has a great action that suits my casting style and I love it. Pity it was such a pain in the arse for being in two sections though – and now sadly in three!
I suppose what would have made me happy would be if they had said:
“We are very sorry to hear about your loss, seeing as how we did not take account of the number of breakages of this particular model please accept the upgraded model for the sum of £15 which is what you agreed to when you bought the rod and we agreed to when we sold you it”
What do you think?
What seems like an age ago now when the RKAA was run by some
Of course some folk were annoyed and did their best to try and rip em’ down – after finding we had concreted those bad boys to walls things got a bit more inventive..
So two ducks were broken (not literally) over the last couple of days – firstly I fished with a new member (Bridger) who caught his first Kelvin trout and secondly I have finally had a fly rod break.
It did not die due to a fish, a bush, a tree or a stumble resulting in a snap. It was a simple accident with the closing of a car door by one of my children that caused it.
I had left my waders,boots, vest and rod in the front seat of the car – of course I had not put the rod away as I was planning on using it again soon – the time factor of getting it out its protective bag seemed too long. And anyway, it was propped up out the way – it must have slipped!
It was my first proper river rod and was a budget Greys GRX 8 foot 6 4/5 – this was the first season in a few that I had got it out my loft and I have been loving using it. Out of all my rods the action suits my casting style and it really is a pleasure to use !
I have contacted Hardy/Greys so lets see what happens!
So last night I was out again – thankfully I have another river rod in my Orvis Troutbum and already it was attracting the wildlife like crazy.
As I parked my car I noticed the Legendary Jim Burns was already parked up however he was nowhere to be seen for the first hour or so – at the spot we were fishing it seemed a bit chilly and as it got gradually darker the trout started to respond. I met Bridger and walked to the long pool that has been so kind over the last few nights. He got into position and caught his first Kelvin trout like a pro….
He wanted to know out of the few fish that were rising and he had covered how many we would have caught – Burns would have caught them all and I would have probably caught none. It was then my turn to target the rising trout and as the trout were paying no heed to my offerings Burns and Bridger wandered off to catch some more trout. Meanwhile I was getting refusal after refusal – I could see the trout that was boiling on the surface cruise up, inspect my fly and then cruise back down to the depths again – I put on a size 24 klink (you read that right) however they were having none of it.
At around 9pm all the action stopped and Burns suggested we head to another spot – now here is where it gets interesting as the other spot was only a couple of Kilometers upstream and it was alive with rising trout and fly life – it was maybe shaded from the wind or something. I had a cast for Jims fish and then moved upstream – Jim caught his pet monster trout and I had a lovely one that I lost at my hand.
I really need to start carrying my net!
I have been a visitor and sometimes contributor over at the Wild Fishing Forum for a while now – in fact I rate it as one of the best forums out there as it has a nice atmosphere of gentleness and camaraderie that you do not get anywhere else.
A while ago Fred the owner brought out a series of fly lines at an affordable price. I am not sure that when he named them “Wildfisher” that he meant that fishers would be wild although sometimes I think they should be given away with the Kelvin permit.
Essentially, they are just no frills fly lines that do the job well. They are so affordable you can buy a new one each season. I bought one for my four weight which is all I have been using this year and it has done the job as well as any of the other fly lines I have owned. I have owned much more expensive lines that performed pretty much the same as these ones.
I have also owned cheap rubbish called “mill ends” which are the height of dreadfulness. Also avoid any line with the brand name of Airflo – they are the worst lines ever!
Personally I really do not see the need for spending over twenty bucks for a fly line which is just as well really as these cost just under sixteen and that is with postage and packing.
So, if you are in the market for a fly line these wee gems will not break the bank and perform just fine, they cast well and float well. Personally, I have found all my fly lines sink at the tip so I apply floatant to the first few yards straight out the packet.
They say it is a brave angler that goes on the Kelvin on a Friday night – tonight I think I was a lucky one.
In the bushes they could not see me although I could hear them – they were obviously very drunk and shouting and fighting with each other.
“Keeeeeeeeeelly – fur fucks sake”
“Moan tae fuck, wheres ma bottle”
I cast to rising trout at what I am starting to call “Madness Corner”
You see there are always some trout rising here, however the drift has got to be exact, behind you there are bushes and trees and you must get your fly exactly into the correct place – madness.
“Come here I wanna another drink” shouted Kelly (I think)
Eventually I tied on a klinkhammer and finally I caught one of the trout – obviously something happened that aligned all the various variables that make a trout take an artificial instead of a natural…..It then wiggled out my hands taking the magical fly with it.
No matter, a few moments later I caught its pal – significantly small however just as grumpy to see me..
I then wandered up and down a couple of hundred yards of water casting to rising fish and missing them.
Meanwhile, I think Kelly and co had started shagging (not the dance)
All in all a good couple of hours!