Fished a tiny stream on Sunday – the day was warm with a forecast of rain – it began to cloud over by midday – the rain never arrived. The stream was in a gorge and for once there was no burnt out cars (although strangely still an exhaust). I fished with Paul the KAA Secretary before checking some permits on the Kelvin.
Casting could be problematic
Fishing this small stream made you get down and dirty and think about your presentation, casting and your stealth. The trout were never big and some were certainly par – some were true brown trout and were absolutely gorgeous.
Casting was difficult; the gorge has trees up either side so roll casting was pretty essential for most of the small pools. Every now and again I would forget and my fly would be in a tree.
Even taking pictures was difficult!
We found some surprises in deeper pools which came up to above the waist when waded through – in these pools we spotted trout which were a lot bigger – possible between a quarter and half a pound – real monsters for small streams – these trout were super spooky and it would only take a few casts to spook them and they would stop rising. I think I missed more trout than I caught, in fact I don’t think I know!
The gorge itself was stunning – with small cliffs at some parts with dark peaty water – ideally I would like to see what this river fished like after a spate and dropping – it would make some of the pools even more fishable and maybe spread out the trout.
I stuck to a couple of tried and tested flies – a small comparadun (using cdc instead of deer hair) and a deer hair emerger – I used my Orvis Superfine with a 4 weight line – thinking about it I could have overlined to make presentations at short distances easier.
The river probably only gets fished by a few people every season – and for good reason – hard fishing to spooky trout – fantastic fun though!
I had one kinda spooky moment – I was fishing a small pool and heard some noises behind me up an embankment in the bushes – it sounded like thuds. I thought maybe Paul had got out the river to walk up the bank to join me and listened to it for a few more minutes – I then fished on waiting for him to come out – I was then hit with intense heebie jeebies – what if it was not Paul (I watch far too many X- File repeats) – I called out however there was no answer – I moved up a pool and away from the noise and possible strange slithering thumping brain sucking creature which was probably a hedgehog.
For some folk a good days fishing involves a look at some flowers, casting a dry to a rising trout or two - maybe even a nip of whisky. Every inch of mono is safely put away in a pocket to be disposed of later so that the riverside is not polluted !
For others it involves some wank mags, a tub of maggots and some booze in an Asda bag.
Ingredients of a great days fishing!
I now understand where I am going wrong!
I never really found Griff Rhys Jones funny even when he was part of Alas Smith & Jones – the other guy was always funnier – the fat one.
So I did not find it in the least bit funny when Jones asked canoeists and boaters to disrupt the enjoyment of anglers who are minding their own business – even though the anglers have paid for the privilege.
He later tried to retratct his comments – kinda
“I am a supporter of all angling associations and thoroughly respect the rights of fishermen to peacefully fish on riverbanks, but I am also a great supporter of canoeists and want to see as much access to the rivers of England and Wales as is readily available in Scotland and much of the rest of the world.”
Um – nice one Griff – sounds like someone wanted to cause a bit of controversy for their new show and then had to rethink – possibly encouraging members of the public to assault law abiding citizens and get involved in breach of the peace incidents does not help a complex topic that is causing a lot of people problems.
I asked Lord Kelvin what he thought of Griff and his comments – he was uncharacteristically mute on the subject…
Q. What do you think of Griff Rhys Jones comments?
I believe The Angling Trust and Trout Fisherman are both out for apologies.
Way to go advertising your show about rivers Griff!
I recieved an email (no name or contact details so fair game in my book) which I found kinda puzzling:
Why, you have so readily popularised fishing on river kelvin or was it inevitable, point being, banks of river even more populated by buckie swilling dope smoking idiots, fishing size 6 trebles on Sunday for brownies. Ooh where are bailiffs now.
regular folks getting pretty fed up whats happening
Ok – Seeing as how I cannot reply conventionally I thought I would reply here and also open it up for discussion.
This email appears to be asking me if because I have a diary dedicated to the river I have somehow contributed to the problem of Buckfast drinking, cannabis smoking individuals who fish illegally. I think not – purely because I doubt these guys read my website – if I was being blamed for an increase of guys fishing with the dry fly upstream then yes I would probably hang my head in shame.
I think the rise in number of guys fishing is proportional to the number of Salmon returning to the river – it is also the closest bit of water to the local off licence which is a bonus for these guys.
Is this the clubs problem? Should the club be policing these guys? The quick answer is no – last time I checked smoking cannabis and drinking in public was illegal and should be a matter for the police – if members phoned the police often enough about these guys then the police would take a stricter view on them and probably be a bit more proactive in dealing with them.
Regarding fishing for Salmon on Sundays with trebles – well, head along to the EGM and listen to the proposals – if you reject them then you had better come up with a better solution instead of just dismissing them out of hand.
Ok – I am away on holidays for a bit – hopefully catching Bass, Mackeral and Sea Trout off the Cornish Coast or quite possibly catching Carp, Roach and Tench in a stocked pond.
So, no posts for a bit however I thought I would push you to buy some Scottish bands which I think are simply fantastic.
Four great Scottish bands which are well worth a listen !
Thanks to Stuart B in the forum for finding this little gem from the BBC I Player
Wildlife documentary. Dean is a painter and decorator by trade, but he dreams of being a wildlife cameraman. He’s spent the past few years filming in a freezing flooded quarry in Leicester. Although he’s an amateur, Dean’s footage of courting pike was so good it was used in The Nature of Britain. This film was made to share more of Dean’s fantastic footage. It also features Dean talking about his experiences
Great footage of Pike spawning and generally bullying each other.
Dean the Diving Decorator
Two sessions of Pike fishing since we last spoke – both strange for different reasons – both occasions I have been using my Loop Pike Booster with a floating 9WF line, 3 foot 30lb leader and a bizarre EP fibre monstrosity.
The First Session (overcast, warm – lasted 3 hours)
Scanning with Polaroids
I spooked Pike – lots of them – I counted over a dozen – big ones – all spooked by lining them as I cast in amongst weeds, they shot off like rockets – they were not amused. I lost two Pike – I worked hard for those takes and both were unlucky. The first broke me off at the braided leader, I have no idea how this happened as I check all my connections before commencing fishing for the beasts. After tying on a new leader I then dropped my scissors into the murky depths, it then started raining.
Added Insult - Rain
Have you ever tried to cut 30lb mono with your teeth?
However the Gods were not against me for long as the second beast I cast to was spotted because its tail was sticking out the water – I cast towards it and there was another huge displacement of water behind my fly – “take it take it take it” I chanted as I continued the retrieve – it took and then dive bombed into some weeks taking several yards of fly line off my reel in a few seconds – it then broke free and my fly flew back in my face.
Weeds on the Loch
The Second Session (bright, sunny, stayed until dusk)
At least I caught two pike on this session – however this time I spooked no pike – like none at all – I have no idea where they were. I took along Paul (KAA Secretary) – he blanked for the first time this season, obviously due to the infamous curse of the first time fisher at a new spot.
Paul Reid - flailing away!
Both Pike were fluked caught with extreme skill and knowledge – no picture of the first however it was a few pounds bigger than the second.
The beasts fought hard even though they are summer fish – on returning to the water they shot off like angry tigers!
At the time I decided to not go back until Autumn however maybe I am being a little quick – I am being spurred on by Scott’s excellent adventure on his secret loch.
I need to tie flies!
So Sunday evening I had a big family meal – full of fajitas I decided I wanted to go and catch some fish – problem was I could not be bothered getting my shit together to catch some trout – I stringed up my Loop Pike Booster and “ahem” boosted a few hundred yards from my front door to the Forth N Clyde canal.
The Pike were not playing ball – even the perch were just chasing my fly – every now and then I would spook tiny jacks by just walking past them.
I had one hook up and that was too a cruising Pike that was just simply swimming along in plain sight – it was maybe three feet long (you measure Pike in feet not inches) and was cruising a few inches under the surface at walking speed. I walked along next to it for 20 feet and then I ran ahead – no pictures of the green submarine as my heart was pounding like a steam engine – I cast at the beast and stripped my fly past its snout – it changed direction and snapped at the fly – it was on.
Here Be Monsters
Two things happened.
1. I thought how the hell am I going to land this beast as there was about 3 feet of vegetation between us and I was two feet above it
2. The beast jumped clean out the water – gave me a glare straight from the depths of hell and spat my fly back at me.
I walked home a contemplative man.