Weekly water photo – 24 of 52

Beer is made from water right?
Last night I decide that instead of collapsing into my bed at nine I would get the vice out and tie up some flies. I had a practice run the night before and managed one parachute, last night I managed half a dozen small cdc olives for the picky trout! I reckon I do not want to be in the position of having an opportunity to fish and having on flies….  actually I think I may have a back up box in my attic of some flies – I might just look them out later as well!

Beer is made from water right?


Original Waldron on Ebay

What makes someone sell the vice they love? Who would go to the effort of obtaining a stunning piece of kit and then sell it – even give it to their son to sell. Is it not something to be handed down over the years – I know my JVice will always stay with me 🙂

The seller says:

Hi and welcome to my auction for this unique fly-tying vice by Lawrence A. Waldron.

I am selling this on behalf of my father who is a keen fisherman.

The vice comes with the original compliment slip from Lawrence signed by him from when he bought it from him over 10 years ago, before the design rights were sold to Snowbee and thousands have since been mass-produced. This one is totally hand-made by Lawrence himself.

The vice is in excellent condition with the jaws, base, and clamp all in perfect order, along with the silk holder and tray, also handmade by Waldron himself. The only marks on it are where it has been used so you can see some evidence of varnish on the base from varnishing the heads.

I can ask my father for more details if any further information is required so don’t hesitate to contact me with any questions.

Away you go and buy a 2nd hand Waldron on Ebay – you will probably never get another chance. It should be worth signing up to Ebay to have a punt anyway.

Check it out on Ebay here


Friday Trout Trip – River of Shite!

So finally managed to get some fishing squeezed in amongst the madness of 2nd time fatherhood.

With hindsight maybe I should have chosen a different river, I decided on the Shit Pipe River pretty much because it was far enough away to feel I was on a trip yet close enough to bolt home if things turned nasty the first time the boys were alone with their mother.

I flicked through my phone to see who would be around and decided that I have not fished with Jim Lees from Palewatery nearly half as much as I should have – I have fished with him once back in 2008 and apart from some random meetings on the river bank never again. Jim informed me he was supposed to be renovating his house however after what seemed like a second of weighing up the pros and cons ditched the decorating – top priorities!

With hindsight we should really have chosen another river – usually when you get to a river you judge whether it is fishable by whether it is too high or too low (sometimes), the water clarity and other stuff like that. Weather conditions can be combated on wee rivers, if it is too bright you look for pools in the shade and just work your way up.

Look for Pools in the shade – nightmare cast land!

Fridays conditions were pretty damn good, it was bright intermittently mixed in with a lot of heavy clouds with a temp that stayed around the the 14 degrees mark (possibly a little higher), there was also lots of insects around: spinners and terrestrials.

So after all that why should we have chosen another river? Because, there was also a very grey color to the water.

Grey = the color of doom.

Oh there was trout there all right, I managed to winkle a couple out – one was a good one maybe around the quarter of a pound mark (both released without actually touching my hand or getting with a couple of feet of me). The bigger one was sitting in a tiny pocket between some slack and faster water – I cast, cast and cast again covering the same spot – I knew that if I just get the drift right a trout would take the fly.

We also saw some trout rising however considering the conditions you would really expect to have seen some consistent sport considering the conditions.

Still we gave it a good go though – most pools had a cursory fly thrown at it and Jim even stuck on a nymph. However there was still that nagging feeling that we “should” be picking up trout on every pool we really concentrated on – some of the pools just looked unbelievably fishy and there was no real reason why the trout would not take.

Go Jim Go!

If I had been fishing myself the trip would have been ok bordering on mild disappointment that the shit did not come together – as it was we chatted about the rivers we fish, the characters we both mutually know, the current state of pish fishing forums that litter the internet and the headbangers they attract, flies, casting and how a good caster can still be a shite fisher and many other interesting topics (I am a shite caster and a mediocre fisher who can talk a good game which makes up for a lot) – Jim is also a web man so rates highly in my geeky world.

Of course I spotted the usual obligatory burnt out car – looks damn old, maybe from the 80s?

Obligatory Burnt Out Car

Jim has fished this river a lot more than I have (albeit downstream) and has witnessed the grey color before and stated that it usually puts a death knell on the fishing – we wondered exactly why this might be the case as the visibility in the water was still fairly decent and trout can take flies in pretty murky water. I remember fishing buddy Campbell telling me that the grey color is usually caused by treated sewage which would probably be legal enough to be pumped into the river. I decided on returning home that a call to SEPA may be worthwhile – they told me they had reports of a problem at a sewage plant out that way however they would check it out. They asked if I could be more specific about where the river was white “You don’t get it, the whole river was white – at least a couple of miles worth” They could see how that could have been a problem. Another warning sign that this river may have some kind of underlying problem is the weed growth – there was a lot of it – that stuff was probably feeding on affluent – like I say, I do not call it “shit pipe” river for nothing.

Jim has a fancy bamboo rod!

In fact that is another thing that Jim and I spoke of – how overlooked some of these wee rivers can be, only being fished now and again by a few guys. It does not have a club to look after it so problems relating to sewage go unreported. I suppose in a way I am glad that on the day I managed to get some trout fishing done something was causing a problem with the river – it drove home the point that every problem should be reported so that on the days you do get out there are no problems – does that make sense?

Typical Days!

So a typical day just now is wake up and look out to see what kind of day it is and try and scope out if a couple of hours fishing is a possibility – this all depends on the weather, what fun family activities are planned, how the two kids slept and whether I can do without sleep enough and get away with not having a migraine – also I have got to think about the various rivers I fish and what the typical conditions might be in each of them. So far none of the magical ingredients have came together – however a wee birdie tells me they may come together soon. It bloody poured down yesterday and I reckoned the river would have risen – I am hoping it is going to be in a good fettle for this evening – we will see eh?

It has been cold and raining for the last three weeks – the temp has been hovering around the 10 degrees mark, sometimes getting up to 14 degrees during the day however never feels that good to get my gear together and hit the river. Hang on – that came across wrong, I do not mean I can hit the river any time I want, what I mean is occasionally I have a very small window of opportunity which I would have to pay for in blood, it is also a major gamble.

For all new Dad’s out there you should know the first 12 weeks are the worst – the baby lulls you into a false sense of security one night by sleeping the whole night and then the next stays up all night wanting to be rocked to sleep. The danger of just heading out in the evening for a few hours fishing (instead of going to bed at 8.30pm) is that you will then be knackered to complete your father duties – “you are only young once” my pal said to me last week as he headed out to the Clyde on his one trip out of the month away from his two kids. I wondered why I did not have kids in my twenties instead of my thirties. Saying that though, I do not think it was just youth that kept me up dancing for two days straight in my early twenties.

At least I get to catch up on some reading seeing as how I get to my bed early – next book on my list is the new John Gierach book “No Shortage of Good Days”

This is an affiliate link to Amazon by the way:

I am assuming what he means is there is no shortage of good “fishing” days?

Of course seeing as how I cannot turn on the light at night in case the baby explodes or something I quite fancy getting one of those fangled Kindle machines:

The pic is a link to Amazon:

Anyway, I had better get off and make some porridge to keep the old strength up – I am  assuming you guys are hauling them in?

A month off work – so why no fishing?

So I have two weeks “paternity leave” and two weeks “annual leave” – of course before number two child was born I was sneakily thinking about fishing opportunities however the best laid plans are always totally blasted out the water by sleep deprivation and a doubling of family duties.

It has been a bit of a double whammy in that not only has the weather been pretty rubbish for fishing it has also been rubbish for fishing – the wind has been coming from the East and has been cold – this does not bode well for nice family days out and barbeque’s either. Still, being Scottish we do not let some crap weather get us down eh?

Anyway, there has been lots of walks down around the pond at Victoria Park. The pond may actually look nice however seems totally dead – I have been assured there is some Sticklebacks in it however it is not like Binghams Pond which is stuffed full of huge minnows which would pull on a zero weight. I remember not too long ago there being sailing boats on the Victoria Park pond – obviously the council budget cuts of yesteryear totally wiped out that fun activity.

One fun activity we could do is to try and catch some of the wee fishes with a handy net that just so happened to appear on the scene.

Teaching the old man! - weekly water photo 20

To cut a long story short we caught bugger all in the pond although we will keep on trying – we then decided the next place to try would be the canal. Oh boy this place was a treasure trove of water beasties. He was getting those bugs out the water as if he was being paid by Willie Yeomans – first of all I showed him how to get those bugs into the net, you try and get your net as close as possible to some reeds and the vigorously pump the net up and down. As the old man was hogging the net the boy wanted a shot and was pumping that net like a pro…

Pumping like a pro - weekly water 21

In the net was some tadpoles, some water snails and some nymphs – I think one of them was a dragon fly nymph however I am not sure. This getting back to basics is not only good for the boy it is also good for me as well – it reminds me of what exactly fishing is all about you know?

Talking of back to basics we popped into Kelvingrove Museum yesterday – afterwards when number two son was being away being fed number one son and myself headed over a fence and down some paths to get to the weir in the park.

Weir below the Sanitary Pad Pool - weekly water photo 22

The river is at a lovely height for trout however while we were there we did not see any trout rise – their is a pretty vicious cold front sitting atop us at the moment and this gives rise to a cold wind coming from the east – this generally puts off all fly activity – this can be looked on as a guideline more than a rule as I have had some great fun during times of cold fronts and east winds. At the moment the thought of cashing in brownie points and suffering intense sleep deprivation (thus putting me in the risk of migraine territory) do not seem worthwhile if conditions do not seem at least leaning towards the positive side of catching trout. However he who waits n’ all that jazz.

Eventually we got bored looking for fish and decided to throw stones in the water to see how big a splash they make. Which is something as an angler I have not done for quite some time.

Flinging stones at the water - weekly water 23

Of course this being the Kelvin I had to guide his wee hands away from broken bottles and he helped me stuff my pockets with some “anglers” left over fishing line – “whats that?” he asked pointing at some empty mepps and maggot boxes next to some discarded Glasgow Angling Centre plastic bags.

Thanking you guys!

A quick thanks to everyone who has sent me congratulations via the comments or email  – I have hardly had a chance to get on the computer never mind make a post or join in the forum banter.

I had this dream that I may manage a few days off trout fishing while I am off work for this month – turns out they allow you the time off for a reason #grin#

Anyway – I am aware I have now fallen waaaaaay behind in my weekly water photo picture by around three weeks – I have some nice ideas and will post them this week – meanwhile I need to enjoy my fishing experience through you guys so let me know what you are catching in the comments or forum.

Save my Sanity!

2nd Son Strikes the Planet!

Number 2 Son

He is as awake constantly as number one!

Weekly Water Photo – 19 of 52 (inc. pro tip)

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!

Got that?


Let us continue…

Let is just say this is the water photo - get that out the way!

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!



Weekly Water Photo – 18 of 52 (a picture in your mind)



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.

The one we often notice in the woods, is actually caused by bacteria! Actinomycetes, a type of filamentous bacteria, grows in soil when conditions are damp and warm. When the soil dries out, the bacteria produces spores in the soil. The wetness and force of rainfall kick these tiny spores up into the air where the moisture after a rain acts as an aerosol (just like an aerosol air freshener). The moist air easily carries the spores to us so we breathe them in. These spores have a distinctive, earthy smell we often associate with rainfall. The bacteria is extremely common and can be found in areas all over the world, which accounts for the universality of this sweet “after-the-rain” smell. Since the bacteria thrives in moist soil but releases the spores once the soil dries out, the smell is most acute after a rain that follows a dry spell, although you’ll notice it to some degree after most rainstorms.

So – what is your picture of the week?

“Winds died down a tad” – BAM – Face first right in the nettles!!

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.


Freezing cold wind - downstream

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.


Trout in the net - on the dry!

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.


In this picture are a Billion insects - you just cant see them.

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.


Trout Returned - as usual!

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.

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