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Weekly Water Photo – 32 (There is a pool I know)

There is a pool I know on the Kelvin – a few fishers know it (I know the infamous Jim Burns knows it) where the trout are plump, the water is deep and the casting is bloody difficult due to a steep bank behind you. The wading is also treacherous for someone as non nimble footed as I am!

The pool!

There is a lovely tongue of water that comes down just next to those trees and in that tongue there are usually rising trout to be had – like I say they can be right Picky Bastards!

Jim and I once spent quite some time trying to tempt them – it has not always been like this though as I have fished this pool and taken several trout – good 3/4 pounders.

Next to this pool, nestled in the small cliff where there used to be some bushes that made this pool damn near impossible to fish until they were cut down there is what is commonly known as a “Bong” otherwise known in Glasgow as a “Bucket”

 

A Bucket - weekly water photo!

The “Bucket” is filled with water (hence the weekly water photo and I assume Kelvin water) and then used to inhale cannabis. Whoever these chaps were inhaling there herb obviously had good taste if they were sitting next to my lovely pool – I wonder if they saw the trout rising?

 

 

Canal graffiti!

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Really?

Weekly Water Photo 31

Weekly Water Photo 31

I was down at Loch Lomond the other day( as you do) having a picnic with the full compliment of wives and children (as you do) when this lovely little Olive decided to hatch and sit on my hand – I got the boy over to seer the beast into his memory so that when he is a bit older he will be able to mimic it perfectly with a bent pin and some fluff from the carpet….good times, good times….

Hardy v Orvis Customer Care

I apologize to the original posters for ripping this thread word for word however  as usual the unassuming and most excellent Wild Fishing Forum throws up an interesting little thread.

Malcolm said:

“For the third time I snapped a section of my 6 piece Hardy Gem. Not through aerialising 80 ft of competition line as I did with my Sage TCR but straightforward fishing. It just snapped…

Now I think there is a basic flaw in these rods and for the past three weeks I have been involved in a frank exchange of views with Messrs Hardy on the subject. As a result They have agreed so far to come down from the original replacement cost of £140 to £50.  Now I think this is quite wrong. Indeed I believe they should be recompensing me for the original two breaks which I paid for. However, they play a very hard ball do Messrs Hardy. You would think that a customer who has spent over £3000 on their kit over the past 12 years or so would be worth holding on to!

What a difference to the stories on here of exemplary service from Orvis.”

 

One reply was:

In my dealings with Greys/Hardys I’ve found them to be unreasonable, obnoxious and more than a little condescending. As long as there’s a breath left in me I will never again buy any of their products.

Orvis are the polar opposite – very helpful, gracious and informed. 

Good manners and customer service cost nothing and in these days and times it is the companies that go above and beyond……wait a minute – is being polite and respectful to your customer going that extra distance? Nope, it should be something you expect from point of purchase to after care.

Fred pipes in:

Love ‘em or loathe ‘em – when it comes to customer service American companies know what is required. Any American coming to live in the UK and especially  in Scotland would be appalled at the “if ye dinnae like it then get tae f**k attitude” so often encountered at every level from pubs upwards

Very true – one of my pals told me a few Hardy rods are actually cheaper in the states than over here (if anyone fancies confirming this do it in the comments) – I suppose they would have to be to make up for the after sales service – I doubt the American market would put up with it.

In Glasgow fishing news it is now drizzling.

Weekly Water Photo…..er 28,29 and 30

To be fair there has been a plethora of water photos over the last few weeks however I made a commitment damn it and it shall continue.

The last two sessions I have been out after the green beasts I have blanked enjoyed looking at the scenery and marveling at mother nature and the last session I have not shared with you guys – to be fair I caught a Perch. My fishing buddy has taken in great delight in texting me asking where the pictures are of him playing his suicidal Pike.

These will be my water photos.

Water photo 28

 

Water photo 29

 

Water Photo 30

 

 

Evening Stats…

Stats: 

Trout Rising: (est) 23

Number of total casts: (est) 150

Number of casts to individual fish:  8

Fly changes:  4

Smallest fly used : size 20

Trout caught : 1

Sweary words: 6

Salmon seen:  1

Call to Alan Atkins to tell him about Salmon: 1

Number of Trootsies spooked: 0 (note: they ignored everything)

Random angler met in car park and then dragged along river bank “for a fish and chat” : 1

Nosey questions asked:  7

Cold wind:  1

Man met in bushes:  1

Flies given away to random people:  8

Jim Burns met:   1 (Phoographic evidence below)

Exclamations of “cant get these troosiest to take anything” : 18

Wet leg:   0.5

Bats Seen:   100+

Appendix: Jim Burns Photo

Evening Rating:   10/10

Bought a Whip!

So I have been thinking recently about how to get the boy interested in fishing. I have heard far too many stories about how fathers can stuff their hobby down their kid’s throat and thus put them off it totally. I certainly do not want to do that. I suppose there is no real correct or wrong way to get kids interested in fishing (one guy who shall remain nameless told me that his fishing mad son was that way due to being neglected every weekend while he was away fshing) – the general consensus with fly fishing is that when they are 8 or 9 they are ripe to learn how to cast a fly. But what can I do just now to foster some kind of interest?

The boy like puddles - don't argue with that!

The boy (eldest who is 2) has been out walking with me a few times on the canal when I have been casting for Pike and enjoys waving the rod about a bit however has never actually had a go himself obviously. I have a pal who has a son the same age and he has been out watching him catch trout from a back pack and this would be ideal if I did not fall over all the time.

Listen bud - I like your effort however that happens to be a 9 weight!

Interestingly I think I may have solved the issue and will get some fun out of it as well – I have seen some huge shoals of roach down my bit of the canal and was going to target them on the fly. I came home on Thursday and told him it was time to buy his very first fishing rod – he was pretty excited – we went down and after a bit of advice bought a 4m Whip. For those of you that have absolutely no idea what this is it is essentially a long stick with a bit of string on the end. Of course we anglers have turned this into a long pole with a ring on the end where you tie your line and to the end of this a hook and then to the end of that……the horror – a maggot (or any other weird “bait”)

Someone suggested I get a Tenkara rod however personally I think that is just a fad – plus a Telescopic carbon fibre Tenkara rod costs £100 and a telescopic carcbon fibre whip costs £10 so you do the math.

Anyway, with a Whip the idea is seemingly is you plop your maggot amongst the fish and then you lift them back towards you when they take – it is really only used for small fish so do not go getting excited. I will tell you something though – I was excited, I could not wait to try it out – it is like a whole new way of fishing that I have never tried. Someone even said in the forum there are Rudd in the canal – a Rudd? I have never caught one of them in my puff.

Anyway, the first time we went out was a disaster – we walked down the canal and found the shoal of Roach – I threw out some maggots and then got the whip together.

Obviously you cannot tell from this picture however there are hundreds of Roach just under the water..

I cast out the wee float and then waited on a bite while the boy held the whip. Another “angler” walked past us with wife and three kids in tow – he was carrying a spinning rod with an orange bubble float. We said hello (he asked where I got the maggots) and then noticed the shoal of roach, he walked up the bank a couple of yards and then Whoooooooooosh an orange bubble float whizzed past me over the shoal – he immediately caught a couple of Perch which he then dragged through the shoal. All the kids thought this was great and I was left looking like a chump as the shoal scattered in panic. “Its only wee ones” he stated to the kids giving me a wink .

I wanted to punch him in the face, break his rod and throw him into the canal! – I decided that telling him to bugger off would have made me look like a proper dick.

As it was I smiled and moved on to try and find some more Roach – we did not.

A whip can be used as a weapon!

Anyway, cough – I am going to dig up some worms next and try and catch a Perch on the Whip.  Meanwhile as I stated in a previous post I am gonna catch one of the pesky roach on a fly.

Coarse fish on the fly?

I admit I have no experience of this so am about to but this book:

(The picture is an amazon affiliate link)

You see, there is this huge shoal of roach on the canal that are taunting me every time I walk past – I know they can be caught on the fly as I have read other people doing it on other canals.

Any advice?

Comfy Feet on the Kelvin

So Sunday night I decided on a dusk session on the Kelvin – it was another good session with lots of trout caught. No big ones this time – as I walked up the river there was a chap fishing down and across through the pool I wanted to stake out – this meant the pool was now pretty much gubbed for the big trout as they would all have been spooked – ah well. There was a chap just downstream (it was a busy evening) who was carrying a spinning rod and a fly rod – Sundays are strictly fly only on the Kelvin. He was the other side of the river so called out to him – when he answered I reminded him that it was fly only and he was carrying a spinning rod. I felt a bit of a dick to be honest however due to being on the committee (and the damn and blast Vice Chair) when someone is blatantly breaking the rules you kinda have to say something. He called out that he had been fishing for Roach in the canal – a bit of quick thinking from the man, the canal is a mile or so away.

Funny the things you find in the bushes...

Anyway – at the first pool I got to the trout were rising. I could not see what was on the surface. I managed one to a size 16 CDC n’ Elk however they were proving difficult – also what was making changing flies a pain in the ass was the fact had managed to forget my line clippers and forceps. Forceps were not too much of a problem as I was lugging around my Pike forceps however I hate cutting nylon with my teeth and what made it even harder was my habit of cutting off nylon above the knot meaning on flies I use a lot I had to bite off a knot. So it took my ages to change flies.

Trout Rising....w43e

At dusk proper moved up to a big pool – there were lots of trout rising, small rises just dimples about the size of a saucer on the surface – I knew they were not Parr as they ignored my fly. There was a lot of fly life around – in fact the river seemed alive with buzzing and flying, it was great to watch.

I changed fly a few times (pain in the ass) until eventually I settled in a micro dry about half the size of the width of your pinkie nail – it was small. Anyway the trout loved it and all the trout I had targeted which had ignored my fly were now picked off one by one – Yay!

I am aware of terrible the picture is - the fly is small though eh?

Also, wading was one heck of a lot more comfy with a decent pair of wading boots on – I rooted around in my shed and found two pairs of Orvis wading boots – as luck would have it both boots had a felt sole off on different feet so I was able to wear the other left and rights which still had soles (think about it), they are identical so style did not matter. Talk about annoyance, I have no idea why I put these boots away in the first place and also no idea why I have struggled along with those crap Scierra boots which were falling apart on me.

Eventually, it got a bit colder and I walked up the river disturbing Alan (a reader) in the bushes – we chatted for a bit and he showed me his set up while telling me about a huge trout the length of his upper leg. I pointed out I thought his dry was too close to his fly line and how I would have the nymph in a different position and then stopped – “What the hell do I know” I told him “ You are the one catching enormous trout”

We parted company and I wandered up the river – I found some more rising trout however I think my silhouette on the bank may have spooked them.

Ah well – I need to tie up some tiny flies then!

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