Shit Pipe River..

Sunday – it had been raining for three days so pretty much knew the Kelvin would be out of action. I considered a few other possibilities and decided the “river of pipes” was a possibility, I called it that as it has an extraordinary number of pipes over it – most if em’ shite pipes as it happens.

A shite pipe spewing fandango pads!

A shite pipe spewing fandango pads!

Turned out that even this river was still in spate – still a nice walk in the sun (the pressure was rising) with a bit of river reconnaissance is good for your mind body and soul. We mostly used the duo (a nymph under and indicator) and pretty much only stopped walking at sweet spots which just looked fishy..

Upstream Duo - before we started with wooly buggers

Upstream Duo - before we started with wooly buggers

As usual, we came across the obligatory burnt out car. The amount of fly tipping in this river is disgusting – totally unloved – makes the Kelvin feel positively clean.

2nd Burnt out car

2nd Burnt out car

We were starting to get just a little despondent at the lack of fish – I mean it was in spate right- however we should have been getting more takes on the nymph – I think I may contact both SEPA and Willie Yeomans about this river.

At last however I caught the one trout of the day – totally out of the blue, my super bushy dry slipped under and a trout went bananas..

I sit down to catch em’ now..

I sit down to catch em’ now..

After a battle of man versus nature the beast was netted…

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A lot smaller than I thought!

Obviously the extra oxygen in the water (or quite possibly stimulants through the sewage system) had given the trout extra turbo power  as it was a lot smaller than I thought – it fought well above its weight – it was also silvery which means a food source rich in fats – probably McDonalds happy meals and beer by the looks of the local litter.

The Kelvin is still out of action – my sources tell me the trout season has been very slow to start on all rivers in the central belt this year – good trout anglers on the Kelvin are struggling to catch anything decent – possibly now May is with us it is all about to change.

Robbieredball.net – Netted!

A site run by a fly fishing anarchist intent on exposing what he perceived as being the incompetent running of his local club the Loch Lomond Angling Improvement Association has been  instructed to close its doors by his web hosts.

The site started simply enough – one mans dream of sharing his passion for a river he fished for Salmon – he then started a forum which quickly gathered a group of people who were not happy with the way the club was being run.

Accusations, threats, counter accusations, banning,  a walk out by the committee at an AGM (oh it all sounds so familiar) and finally now a legal notice issued telling him he must remove himself from the sandpit and take his nasty friends with him.

This is what happens when people start taking fishing just a little bit too seriously – sure we all mump and moan about our clubs (I did my fair share) however maybe there has been possibly a tad over reaction on the part of all concerned.

You see, if there is a large group of people who have a major grievance against the way a system operates then usually at the heart of the matter a very real problem lies. You either get these people around a table and prove them wrong or admit that your system is fundamentally flawed and try and fix it for them to be happy.

Banning a place where people come together to discuss only kind of makes you look bad – makes it look as if something needs to be hidden away.

Anyway, I do not know who is right or who is wrong – who did what or what happened when, I am just rolling my eyes at a situation that should not have happened.

robbieredball.net – I salute you in your efforts – whatever the hell they were – maybe one day you will be back sharing your enthusiasm with the world – I hope it all works out for you guys I really do!

Let me know!

“It is the first responsibility of every citizen to question authority.” – Benjamin Franklin

Wild Weather!

Pouring rain, howling gales, hailstones , snow on the hills – ah yes, the Scottish summer is almost upon us.

It looks set to continue over the next couple of days which means the Kelvin will be messed up for the weekend (probably) – I will be hunting on Sunday for a clearing burn somewhere however in preperation I have been tying up some killer kelvinator flees to try out!

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A rather nice selection of troops if I do say so myself!

So who has been fishing, going fishing or just been plain old making plans about fishing?

£500,000 project to restore historic fountain in the park

I think this is great :

More than £500,000 will be spent restoring the Stewart Memorial Fountain in Kelvingrove Park.

An underground water recycling system will be installed which will allow the fountain to operate in a sustainable way for the first time in its long history.

Until now the fountain has been fed from the mains supply, and drained into the River Kelvin. The Stewart Memorial Fountain was built in 1872 to commemorate Robert Stewart, the Lord Provost of Glasgow from 1851 until 1854.

He secured a supply of clean drinking water for the city from Loch Katrine.

Robert Stewart ensured that when the cholera epidemic of 1866 swept the country only 55 people in Glasgow died – in 1832-3, 1849-50 and 1853-4 12000 people died due to a lack of clean water.

The fountain is topped by the Lady of the Lake and for far too many years has been an eyesore due to it being boarded up and out of action.

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For £500,000 Glasgow City Council would probably give it a lick of paint!

Link: The Herald

Murky Water = Nil Pike

What I wanted to do was get the boy and wife in the car and head for the hills for a couple of hours – I could have a cast at trout in a burn and the family could watch at a respectable distance – no doubt impressed not only by my fish catching ability but with my incredible manliness as a hunter gatherer.

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Hunter Gatherer in Action - Wife not Amused

As it was the boy was not impressed at going into his car seat so the plan was changed to a walk along the canal – preparations were quickly made for urban pike on the fly action, or at least urban fly action as it turned out the water was so murky due to the previous two days rain that no respectable pike would even see my fly unless it landed on its head.

Still, a nice walk and cast is a nice walk and cast – it is pleasant watching the transition into spring – also I noticed some nice new bollards had been erected at a path that leads to the road – these bollards stop cars from being driven onto the canal walkway and then into the canal – if you look at the above picture you can see them on the right next to the graffitied electrical box.

Bollard next to canal

Bollard next to canal

On closer inspection I turns out they have been decorated with a rather nice fish – I wonder who designed and spent all the time coating the bollard.

Doubt it swims in the canal though...

Doubt it swims in the canal though...

It was nice casting the 8 weight again – it was only when I returned home that I thought I maybe should have tried a popper. 

 

Loose Loops - not really sexy ones!

Loose Loops - not really sexy ones!

Oh well – there is always tomorrow!

Anglers urged to put back salmon – Lord Kelvin senses trouble!

So anglers in Scotland are being urged to put back all spring salmon caught due to the runs collapsing – tragic – to be fair I think all Salmon in the Kelvin should be returned – the fact yer granny likes a bit of salmon is not good enough an excuse in my book to kill a fish that will potentially bring many more back to the river.

I wonder how the Salmon season will be this year on the Kelvin? – the runs are usually cyclical – some good and some bad – they have been good for the last couple of years – I predict either a bad year this year or a terrible one next year. 

Unfortunately this will be when the members of the Kelvin have just been asked to pay an increase in permit prices. 

 

Lord Kelvin ponders the consequences

Lord Kelvin ponders the consequences

Lets see how it goes!

BBC Link – Anglers Urged to Put Back Salmon

Urban Blogs – tons of em’

There was a time that I felt all alone fishing an urban river – dirty smelly places where no “real” angler would venture (at least that was the impression I was given).

However these days urban fishing appears to be all the rage and everyone wants in on the act – Singlebarbed (no introduction needed)loves it, Urban Fly Fishing – a blog dedicated to urban fly fisherman in Southern California goes crazy for it, The Urban Fly Flikr – loves Urban Fly Fishing anywhere there’s water, Roughfisher – believes the path of enlightenment for a roughfisher isn’t about the fish itself, but rather the journey getting there (probably the bus) and finally Primal Fly Fishing  who holds carp as if they were bazookas. They are all fantastic blogs and I urge you to add them to your places to visit !

Hell I did not know this whole “brownlining” thing was getting trendy until I was interviewed for the Wall Street Journal – you can read my input here.

Dont worry – I wont let my trend setting ways go to my head!

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Lookin’ after the missus!

So there were two new mothers who wanted to go the Baby Show at the SECC and there were two new fathers who wanted to go fishing – simple solution – hook up the two mothers to keep company while the two guys go fishing – sometimes I think James Bond will come after me because of my dastardly plans.

On Saturday I had watched as the weather remained at a nice constant temp – maybe around 15-16 degrees, it had been patchy cloudy and seemed like a great day to fish – I could sense rising trout. Today was overcast but cold – no higher than 11 degrees –  the forecast was for heavy rain – luckily it never materialised. 

So we drove to a river (the Kelvin), we then drove to another river (a tributary) which we passed- we then finally decided to drive to another river entirely as it was particularly cold. When we got to the river it was hitting the magical 12 degrees point when olives were supposed to hatch. Turned out it was not until we had walked a half hour (through a field of cows I might add however I refused to climb over a barbed wire fence) and then fished back up river several pools before we finally spotted an olive – it was a good half our after this that we spotted our first rising trout – we both cast to it (turned out there was a few trout) and I hooked and then promptly lost one – we moved on.

Rather be here than at a "Baby Fair" - whatever the hell that is!

Rather be here than at a "Baby Fair" - whatever the hell that is!

Like most semi urban rivers (we decided that two guys pulling on waders next to a kids Play Park in a housing estate was not worth the hassle so we parked down a lane) there was plenty of rubbish and evidence of fly tipping – obviously also the usual burnt out car (other father said there was another one around the corner) – it would feel weird not fishing next to a burnt out car after all these years.

Burnt Out Car

Too late too pinch the stereo..

I noticed at one point my Deer Hair Emerger was feeling and looking pretty weird in the water – turned out it had picked up an extra passenger – once that wee monkey was discarded the serious business of catching no fish could once again commence.

Serious question - was it trying to have sex with it? Like a blow up doll?

Serious question - was it trying to have sex with it? Like a blow up doll?

The river had plenty of olives coming off and when I pulled in a clump of weed there was a little nymph wriggling away.

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Wriggling Nymph - you just did not see the mess the weed had made of the fly!

The river here is criss crossed with pipes – more so than the Kelvin – there was also evidence of sewage in the water – it had a milky sheen to it – I totally forget and wet my leader using my tongue at one point – I made a mental note to watch out for severe sickness!

Milky - like - well milk really. And wee!

Milky - like - well milk really. And wee!

There is leaves on the trees now – this river gets more and more difficult to fish as the season (spring) continues.

Alistair Casting

Alistair Casting - soon loses a fly!

Campbell Casting

Campbell Casting - he wanted to try a wooly bugger!

I pool jumped Campbell and spotted a rising trout tight in to the right hand bank facing upstream, turned out there was a couple of trout- we both had a few casts – we were not sure if it was nymphs, emergers or uprights they were taking..

 

Upstream casting to spooky trout

Upstream casting to spooky trout

“They are big trout” Campbell hisses – I could tell this by the way they boiled on the surface – it was soon my turn again as Campbell was changing flies – I had on my secret weapon (scruffy olive) – had a few casts, one of the trout took my fly and then went bananas all over the pool – jumping several times, boring deep and then quicly netted for a quick hero shot:

Hero Shot - you guys never told me how sexy my ass looks in waders!

Hero Shot - you guys never told me how sexy my ass looks in waders!

And a close up of the head for luck…

Troots Head

Troots Head

 It was then just enough time for another few casts before heading home to the wives and wee men..

Best Catch of the Year

Best Catch of the Year

Juggling fatherhood, husband duties and being a fisher is hard sometimes however it makes even a difficult day by the river seem all the better – it could have been either one of us that caught that fish – I reckon it would have been nice just to watch it happen!

Tying Flees!

Ok – so winter was a washout when it came to tying up flies – if I had my head screwed on I would have tied up some at the end of last season however due to Pike Madness pretty much everything went by the wayside. 

I thought people who moaned about having no free time when they had children were just bloody bad at time management – turns out, no matter what you do, you are always behind on all tasks and tying some flies comes way down on the list. 

So over the last couple of weeks I have been tying up as many flies as possible – giving the JVice a bit of a workout. 

Turns out when you have not tied a lot of dry flies you get rusty – well – Deer Hair Emergers turn out like horror shows and you must tie a half dozen before you remember how to do them correctly. 

 

Olive DHE - was this before my hands warmed up - you decide!

Olive DHE - was this before my hands warmed up - you decide!

I am fishing a small stream on Sunday – finding some proper rising trout (starving). 

I hope I can remember how to roll cast!

Lessons learned with cold hands…

When I arrived at the “other” river the conditions seemed just right – as I was getting my permit I ran into Neil “Trout Machine” Sinclair of Double Decker fame (double deer hair wings  allow the fly to be used in the heavy water where  big fish like to sit) -“if he is here” I reasoned “then I must have hit it right

Mike (Tamanawis) soon showed up as well – a quick hello and then we all hit the river.

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There was no trout rising however it is only a matter of time I said to myself – approx 45 mins later as I watched numerous March Browns drift past while no trout rose I began to suspect that something was not right – another hour later and after a hatch of Large Dark Olives I knew the trout were just not turned on.

I crept up on Mike who at least had found some rising trout – hooked a couple and then promptly lost them – I suspected they were Grayling….splashy rises – we get caught out by the wee ones every year…

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I moved on.

I was sitting watching the water when I thought I spotted an otter – I was fumbling around with my camera when I got a splash at my feet – watch this cheeky wee bugger:

 

 And I was wondering why I had caught no trout from the pool!

I was glad that I had tied up some nymphs before I left the house – I used my new JVice which I am reviewing – damn sweet it is too.

JVice

I cast to the head of the pool with a dry and dropper – 2nd cast and the fly stopped – I struck – a strange fight – a Grayling – a nice one – maybe a pound, maybe just over…

Grayling on the bank

– Later Neil said it did not count as it was not in season, still a nice fish – you can see where it has been damaged – the otter? A cormorant?

Otter Damage?

I met up with Mike and we watched Neil fish for a bit – sometimes it pays to just watch other anglers – one thing we noticed was that if he spotted a rising trout he would then cover it many times before moving on – even if the trout had just risen the once – I suppose the method behind this is that if it has risen once then it will rise again – it has not moved off to another area it is still sitting there – thinking – maybe thinking about rising to one of those pesky flies that keeps passing over its head.

Mike then showed me his most recent creation – don’t let him fool ya – you see he gives off this impression of being all tiny dry flies for tiny trout however then he brings out ultra realistic streamers while discussing catching Salmon and Sea Trout on the dry fly.

Crazy man with huge streamer

Not that he gloats and not that I am envious.

I left when my hands got too cold – Neil I noticed had brought a flask of coffee – ah experience!

The day started with such promise – overcast (kinda) with a breeze, there was going to be a good temp too – it ended with cold hands and a chat about the JVice in the car. The trout in this river were just not locked on to surface flies yet – a bit like the Kelvin really – the Kelvin is maybe a couple of weeks ahead due to the increased temp of the city – at least that is what my pals and I think anyway!

Neil was still casting, casting, casting in the distance…

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