He is as awake constantly as number one!
He is as awake constantly as number one!
Pro Fucking Tip: If your pregnant wife is 3 days over her due date and she gives you permission to go fishing no matter what the conditions you just go – no questions!
Let us continue…
Cold and blustery – temps hovering around 12-14 degrees – I seen some Yellow Mays, Sedges and some other olives – also possibly a brook dun. The casting was difficult and I am glad I was using my Sage SLT 5 weight.
All my trout were caught on CDC n Elk’s – final tally was 8 fat trout – biggest around the 3/4 of a pound, it was my second trout and I did not take a picture of it – I think it may have been a stocky due to its huge spots – all the trout fought like devils though putting a bend in the rod and generally going bannanas!
That is all!
I want you to provide the picture – a picture in your head – a mind picture!!
Today it is not a photo I want to show you – it is a photo I want you to conjure up in your imagination. For most people we all have memories of stuff that has happened in the past and this is all tied up with our senses.
Spring is a fantastic time of year and after this particularly long dry spell I was walking to the shops last night when it hit me:
petrichor (PET-ri-kuhr) noun
The pleasant smell that accompanies the first rain after a dry spell. Everyone has smelt it, everyone has commented on it to someone – that lovely smell after it rains. It can be caused by any number of things.
So – what is your picture of the week?
Anyway – on the day of the royal wedding we ended up heading to the Clyde to get away from the madness. The forecast looked positive and we were full of hope on the journey down – it was overcast and it looked like it was going to heat up gradually. Even when we parked and were tackling up I was in two minds whether to wear my woolly jumper in case I was too hot – thank goodness I chose wisely. When we got to the river a few hundred yards away we were met with a vicious downstream cold wind that not only blew the shivers right through you it also made casting a bloody nightmare. I immediately took off my dry fly and stuck on a dry and dropper.
I dived in first and it was hard going from the start – I was using my four weight and within a few minutes knew that I was in 5 weight territory due to the wind. Still, I stuck at it and managed to catch hee haw with the nymph. There was a huge hatch of grannom which the trout totally ignored – when I say huge I mean truly biblical – on a square metre of water there was simply thousands of them, when I looked down at my body I was covered in them, they were crawling over my face, in my ears and stamping all over my polaroids. This made casting a bit more difficult due to their tickly wee feet going down my neck. No trout responded.
Eventually I walked up the river and found one single confident rising trout – what made this trout rise and what to I still have no idea – it was a tricky cast however somehow I managed after several attempts to get a half decent drift over the fish and he took my CDC n’ Elk very well and the game was on – a good trout by all accounts.
Fished further up the river without seeing another fish.
Oh, I nearly killed my self as well – a pure comedy moment. I was walking down a hill and somehow by pure chance managed to put my right foot on top of a broken branch that was facing up hill, the momentum kept me moving forward raising me a foot into the air (a bit like a levitating Jesus) and then catapulting me down the hill face first. Atkins was walking with me and said time actually appeared to slow down as the crash occurred. Obviously this was too allow my face to stay in direct contact with a bunch of jaggy nettles for as long as possible. As I lay there wiggling my toes and feet and considering that I had not been impaled by anything or hit my head against a boulder I thought I was pretty lucky – due to the time dilation I also had time to hold my rod up and forward so it had not suffered any damage.
I got up and dusted myself down – my pride not hurt in the slightest, rather just happy to have minimal damage. The other positive thing was that I was full of pain relieving drugs due to being at the tail end of a three day migraine – this of course did not stop the excruciating pain on the right side of my face where I had been stung by nettles. Later in the day the pain changed to a feeling that a million insects were burrowing through the flesh of my face which was… interesting to say the least.
And then I caught another trout on the dry out of a wee seam that I just knew would hold a trout – essentially I had went down it a few times with a dry and dropper and could have swore in the swirling water I spotted a rise. I changed to the dry fly and within a few casts I watched it come up from the depths (I love that) and engulf the dry. After a brief tussle the trout was released.
Met another angler who turned out was the step dad of a pal – he had lost his fly box however Atkins had found it floating past him so that was pretty neat.
All in all it was a good if eventful day, did not blank and my survival rate was in the positive. I am kicking myself that I did not get a photo of my indentation left in the grass as it was like a meteor crater – you could actually see my where my torso and limbs were in the grass complete with jaggy nettles at my head.
I blame the drugs.
I just spent the last few hours backing up all my photos – I have around 28gb starting around 2003 which is when I acquired my first digital camera.
A more recent one was taken by fishing buddy Campbell back in July 2009 which I never published on the blog because….well it is of me. Anyway – I remember this trip well as we both were new fathers and this pretty much one of our main trips out – the Gods were not with us on the weather front.
Personally I am glad I was nowhere near – instead I was receiving a face full of nettles at the Clyde – more on that hilarious story later!
While everyone else was either fishing or watching the Royal Wedding some folk decided to have a riot down in Kelvingrove Park on the banks of the Kelvin – the party was organised on facebook and ended with mounted police charging party goers.
Of course the problem stems from our Grand Leader David Cameron telling folk to go ahead and have a party to celebrate the Royal Wedding – I suppose he was not really thinking about a mixture of cheap booze down next to the River Kelvin.
The PM said : “They have no right to stop you from having fun. I am the Prime Minister and I am telling you if you want to have a street party, you go ahead and have one.”
Nice one Dave!
Just look at all those folk – can you imagine trying to get through that lot to get to the river – and lets not even thinking about the noise. The news made mention that people were using the Kelvin as a toilet – just like the Victorians eh?
Bloody awful – it certainly does not exactly make me proud to be a Weegie. People throwing glass bottles at the police, other folk standing around watching them do it? These are guys that are paid to do a job – they are paid to uphold the law not to take abuse off of faceless drunks – that is how folk are seriously injured.
Incidentally thinking of analogies and booze – if you are still pondering about the upcoming referendum on the Alternative Vote here is a nice way of looking at it:
For more info on the days festivities in the park you can check this out:
Take a look at this mess and wonder where the majority of the shite has went? And by shite I mean litter – considering most council workers get the long weekend with a skeleton crew I wonder if it will be cleaned up anytime soon – if it is those guys deserve a bonus.
Were you at the Kelvin today? Catch any fish?
A while back a chap called Theo Pike contacted me as he is writing a book on fishing urban rivers for trout and grayling. He wanted to write a short section about the Kelvin so we agreed to meet up at some point in the future. Suddenly the day was fast approaching and after a fair bit of negotiation with SWMBO I was allowed out for a few hours to try and assist Theo in catching a Kelvin trout.
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Do you remember that epiphany I had last week? You know the one about sticking to slow and deeper water as that appeared to be where all the trout were hanging out? Well, I totally forgot all about that which is why it was only at the tail end of the day we caught any sizeable trout. There were still trout rising in the riffles and seams however a lot of them were small fish – I will say this for Theo he has a power of concentration and determination – whereas my philosophy is usually change your fish not your fly when faced with a particularly belligerent Kelvin trout his hook sizes were getting smaller by the minute until eventually I thought we would be seeking some spider web to be used as a tippet on his one weight.
There continues to be good hatches of Grannom however the trout do not seem to like them – they are more interested in the nymphs.
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Anyway, I was scoping out some rising trout when I got the fright of my life – it was staring at me from the other side of the river, just sitting there bold as brass not giving a feck – a huge big Skunk Cabbage. Willie Yeomans is going to have nightmares about this one I thought – It was too deep to get across and stomp it so instead marked it for future reference.
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The infamous Kelvin Otter also put in a surprise guest appearance which was good PR for the river – it was chilling out under a bridge just waiting for some of those Kelvin Salmon to make an appearance – in the meantime it was feeding on trout and possibly discarded takeaway pizzas.
It is my birthday today (Easter Monday) and it is a nice chilled out day with the family. I plan to do some urban fishing tomorrow with Theo Pike and then some non urban stuff on Friday all going well.
Reader numbers have jumped in the last month or so – probably due to the start of the season so I thought I would tell you the few ways you can actually get the content of this blog and the ways you can support it. You can get the contact by
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You may have noticed I have a thing for Amazon – this is because my Fortress of Solitude otherwise known as my study has now been turned into Nursery Number Two which has left me without a decent computer as their is now no space in my house for a desktop – consequently I need to get myself a good laptop. The laptop I have my eye on is this one:
I am such a geek
I am almost half way there to getting it – I am looking forward to writing on something a little better than my ten inch notebook or my mobile phone. Actually blogging from my phone is kinda fun – in fact that is where the majority of the weekly water photos come from. You may remember last year I missed weeks – well now I have one of those fancy Android Smartphones I can write posts on the go and snap water as I see it.
I decided it was time my sun flowers were outside – the boy helped me dig the holes.