The Kelvin was stocked the other night – check it out
So my 2 minute post (that is how long it too me to write it) about the recent closing of the Robbie Red Ball site caused a bit of a stir among the Internet forums, members and non members of the Loch Lomond Angling Improvement Association as well as other blogs (more on that in a minute)
Yea, sure – I admit I do not know the whole story – and yes, I have probably got to concede that things got so out of hand that maybe the long arm of expensive lawyers had to step in and close it down – but a few days before the EGM?
Anyway, it should all be sorted tomorrow night so I guess you guys will let me know.
Meanwhile, new kid on the block Gordon Mack of Between the Lines points out the possibility that running a blog that “trades on fearless and irreverent comment on the world of angling near and far” and juggling official duties as a Kelvin committee member may be a bit like spate wading for Urbanflyfisher.com
He hit the nail on the head – yes – it will be difficult however at the moment the association is heading in a direction that I quite like – one that…..well, does “stuff”
Let’s call it a truce shall we.
Back to the topic of the LLAIA quickly – anyone got a number for their lawyers…
Someone is libelling us!
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.
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..
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.
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..
After a battle of man versus nature the beast was netted…
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.
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
I think this is great :
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.
For £500,000 Glasgow City Council would probably give it a lick of paint!
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.
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.
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.
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.
Oh well – there is always tomorrow!
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.
Lets see how it goes!
BBC Link – Anglers Urged to Put Back Salmon
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.
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.
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.
The river had plenty of olives coming off and when I pulled in a clump of weed there was a little nymph wriggling away.
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!
There is leaves on the trees now – this river gets more and more difficult to fish as the season (spring) continues.
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..
“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:
And a close up of the head for luck…
It was then just enough time for another few casts before heading home to the wives and wee men..
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!