I headed out with fishing buddy Alan Atkins for an evening session on Tuesday night – the conditions looked perfect: overcast, warm and flies on the water – sure the river was low however this exposed a lot of pocket water where I suspected the trout would be sitting. As it was it was strange evening – as dusk settled there was a lot more flies on the water, drowned Yellow May spinners with a lot still in the air. The rising trout peaked at around 1030 and to be honest it really was not what I would call a proper evening rise – usually when the bats are on the water you see a lot more trout rising in the slower water and they are a bit braver at taking slower moving dry flies when an hour before they would not even consider it.
Alan did two things which deserved ultimate respect.
1. He caught a trout in poor conditions – a nice trout at that – certainly around the 3/4 pound mark – it fought like a devil and ran absolute rings round him – we had a good chortle about it and I promised not to write about or humiliate him publicly.
2. He ate a drowned Yellow May spinner – he picked it out the water and I asked him to taste it (half joking) he popped it in his mouth and “chewed” before staring off into space and said “tastes sweet” . I feel he now has a definite advantage when flies are on the water !
Still it did not give him any advantage over the next hour – he text me today and has not mentioned anything to do with stomach cramps or hospital admissions so the pluses of eating insects are still on the positive side.
All very Zen!
You would be forgiven for thinking I have not done any fishing at all over the last week – as it is I have been chasing Pike on the Forth n’ Clyde canal and attempting evening sessions on the Kelvin – both did not amount to much mainly because I was half pished merry from some red wine on the canal and managed to hit the Kelvin when all the Yellow Mays were having a massive orgy – only problem was they were not doing it anywhere near the water.
I also popped into the Friends of the River Kelvin gala day – the Kelvin Angling Association had a stall this year where the guys sold a fair few permits and seemed to attract plenty of women who were interested in what we were up to.
Here is another one of a women who thought I was a pervert – look it is for the website ok!! You can ckeck out more photos over at the official club page.
I was walking through the park today as it is the famous West End Festival – the park was absolutely heaving with people out listening to the music and watching the parade..
– after meeting a pal we spotted a lone angler casting into some shade in the distance – turned out it was none other than Derek from “A River Returns” – he had winkled out two trout even with the low water and hoards of people walking past the river.
Tonight I headed down to the river for a session however when I arrived it started to rain – I walked the stretch and did not even see one rising trout – I decided that an early night was called for (saving my brownie points for a proper evening session this week) which means I can replenish my fly box.
So I needed a new pair of Polaroid’s – in fact I needed two pairs – a pair with light lenses for low light conditions and a pair with dark lenses for…..you guessed it, bright light conditions.
Usually I would just head off to my local boots and try and find a pair that will do the job or even buy a couple of cheap pairs made for fishing – the problem with them is they scratch very easily and they look ridiculous on you……what is wrong with this photo?
You are correct – a perfectly good picture ruined by a pair of enormous unflattering shades – my wife fashion advisor goes nuts when I show this photo – in fact she is only letting me now as the dark days are behind me – I have two new pairs from ……wait for it – Polaroids – I suppose if you are going to buy a pair of Polaroids you should buy em’ from the people that invented them in the first place.
So I got a pair of Lure’s and a pair of Torrent’s – I have been using them for the last few weeks and so far I am finding them great – usually when I review anything I wait until they have been given a bit of abuse however I thought I should let you know Polaroid are doing a promotion just now and are giving a rather nice discount of 10% on the cost of these babies – all you need to do is put in carp1 (no laughing at the back) as the discount code and proceed to the check out !
I will post a fuller review in time however so far they are great!
Check out the Polaroid Site
Decided on fishing the Kelvins big sister/brother as a pass was given at the last minute – it looked like it was going to be good conditions – overcast and windy – so where did it all go wrong?
Well for a start it was cold, and a north easterly wind pushed an area of low pressure over us as we fished (my fancy pants watch I got for my birthday told me this) which pretty much killed any action stone cold dead.
There was rising trout – sporadic ones – the most annoying kind – ones that rise once to something that you cannot see for some unknown reason known only to itself – it rises once and then does nothing but sink back to the bottom of the river and sulk.
There were plenty of birds on the water (swallows, sand martins? I really should buy a book about this shit like Mike has with the trees – sweet idea by the way – I bought the book of trees due to his recommendation – I have rowan trees outside my house, they keep away witches apparently) however they seemed to be taking something so small that spotting what they were was almost impossible. There were also Yellow Mays on the water – drifting along – undisturbed.
As a last ditch attempt at possibly catching a monster we tied on woolly buggers – I fished some choppy water with a ledge that must hold a leviathan – if it did it was having none of it or quite possibly away on its holidays..
Alas – we left empty handed – I later learned that other rivers had faired better with good trout taking surface flies – I have no idea why on the Clyde trout were being beligerant.
Another urban blog flits across my radar – Urban Fly Ventures
Go check that bad boy out !
I was flicking through “Stream Thought” after the writer/photographer posted a comment here and noticed he had posted a a gem of a find !
It is a quote from a book on Sea Trout fishing:
You know – I might just buy that book!
I am all Topsy Turvy here – by this point I am usually fishing most evenings and have really got into the swing of things – instead I am having to pick and choose my fishing opportunities based on experience and knowledge – unfortunately the trout (and pike – see last post) have decided to mix things up a bit.
The other night I decided to hit the Clyde and then at the last minute changed venue to the Kelvin for a dusk session – I have usually found dusk to be a great time on the Kelvin when usually spooky trout will take your fly fairly readily when just an hour ago they were spooky as the Ghostbusters – especially in this heatwave we are experiencing right now.
Turned out that was a load of baloney – when we got to the river at 8pm it was roasting hot with bright sunshine as well as trout rising all the way up the stretch of river – there was some lovely trout rising in amongst them so we dived through the bushes to attack full force – I reckon we spooked every one of those trout – if not with crazy wading then with one to many poor drifts…..
I mean sure we hooked trout in the flats where they were rising however none of them stayed on – it was only when we walked up the river to some riffles did we finally managed to fool some trout – I even had to put on a Jardines Ducks Dun to fool the blighters as my Deer Hair Emerger was just not working.
The trout were never big – I mean we know there are bigger trout mixed up with the smaller ones they just did not let us get anywhere near to them..
Campbell caught a fair few as well…note size of net compared to trout – ever hopeful..
We had not brought bottles of water so made do with what nature gave us:
Still – we knew that we were playing around until dusk – then the trout would really come out and play – sadly, it just did not happen – the rising trout slowly disappeared one by one until finally no trout were showing – or at least as sporadically as they do at any other time.
Still – plenty of action and great chat – casting to rising trout is great after the long sabbatical (mind I went crazy for Pike at the end of last years trout season) and am now storing up a wad of brownie points for the next few weekends.
Now – where are my microscopic hooks!
Up at 0300 on Saturday morning for a dawn raid on a Pike venue – dawn was scheduled for 0430 however when the guys came to pick me up just before 0400 (by jings early as well) the dawn was already in the sky – by the time we got to the venue it was proper light – it was also clear skies with a light wind – a perfect morning. Turned out we were correct – it was a perfect morning – for staying in bed… still Alan managed to wangle his usual couple of fish when no-one else is catching – at least he had a witness this time – “Got one” he shouted..
Turned out it was a cheeky wee Perch – in all the time I have fished this venue I have never had a Perch…
We fished on – I spotted a few Pike which gave a little hope however they were just not for chasing or taking any flies – obviously a combination of the pressure change and bright sunlight was making them particularly belligerent on this fine morning – we fished on….Bang – Alan landed another Perch…
Alex disappeared from view…
Turns out that when you get up ridiculously early and the fish are not biting you can get some kip just about anywhere – including the middle of a loch..
One of the main advantages of sleeping in the middle of a loch is that you are not affected by the evil blood sucking Culicoides Impunctatus – the dreaded Scots midge. Yes my friends – those evil little bastards are out – I apologise for the use of language however if you have fallen victim to the insatiable appetite then you will be giving a wry smile – if not then imagine a tickle, which turns into an itch which then stings a bit – now multiply that by a thousand all over every exposed part of your body combined with a funny high pitched zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ noise.
I am itching just thinking about them – many a strong man has fled his partner due to their evil bite, many a camper had abandoned their tent and driven 90mph along dirt tracks to get to the nearest Bed n’ Breakfast – I myself have beaten a hasty retreat when out for a country stroll – nothing stops them apart from a womens face cream which just makes them stick to you – they laugh at 100% deet!
Phew – I got off on a bit of a tangent their – bottom line – we caught nowt and I am now in need of deep sleep.