I know this is a little boring, especially if you guys are reading this via email however I am testing out my new theme – I would like some comments.
I have also been thinking about adding a very simple forum. I was actually loathe to do this as I dont think it will get used much however I am not egocentric enough to realise that some people might want to chat about other things than stuff I write about. I also dont want you guys to bugger off to a forum and not comment anymore 🙂
Let me know what you think and I will activate it if you like in a few days.
Tell you what I have been thinking about the last week or so……….”Pike” that’s what !
Usually it is only at the end of the trout season I turn to the toothy beasts however this year the urge has got me early.
Oh yea baby, and with Pike size does in fact matter – I always wonder about why I am happy catching tiny trout all day on a dry fly however with Pike it has to be bigger bigger bigger…
I think a wee after work trip down to my local canal is called for within the next week or so. I have even talked a fishing buddy into taking a boat out on a loch – it should be a whole lot of fun.
I thought I had hit the river at the right time, I gazed rather pessimistically (it must be said) at the river – it was the colour of strong tea and up around a good foot and half – that is a lot of water coming down. The venue was the Clyde however I was starting to think that maybe I was a day too early. I walked around a half kilometre downstream – crossing a little footbridge that now looked almost submerged. I did not see anything down there either.
I tramped my way back up and sat down. I have not been down this way for an evening session in a while – most of my evening sessions have been on the Kelvin (which just goes to show you how many I have actually had this year) – so I was wanting this to be right so very much. Did I mention the cows were being especially restless – “Scuse me pretty Ladeez” I sleazed as they kicked up there heals when I got too close. Around this time of year the bulls are in the fields? I looked around for a possible suitor for the cows – there was none – it was only the ladeez I had to keep an eye on then…..I thought about cutting my losses and heading upstream, hell I thought about cutting my losses and heading home for some brownie points.
I sat and watched the water, glad I had bought a bottle of water at the service station – was that a rise? In some slack water – usually this part of the river is just a big stagnant pool however now it had a good flow going through it – it sure was a rise – and another.
It was tricky wading however I managed to cover the trout….thud thud thud and then off. Well, at least I rose it. What then followed was a series of hatches – I did not see any flies close to me to identify them, I only knew flies were around as the birds would go crazy for 10 mins. I caught lots of trout – nothing massive – the biggest maybe shy of three quarters of a pound.
I walked further up the river and covered some more rising trout – the drag was too bad or my fly was just not right as I received a couple or refusals – I walked back to my starting point – more rising trout but less water due to the Swan family.
Did I mention the smell? Oh yea, this is where all the cows come to drink, shit and piss. The river bed was made up of mud which in turn was made up of weeks of shit and piss – it fairly honked when I waded.
Still, I managed to winke another one out…
By this time my comparadun was soaked through and was refusing to float – I decided instead of tying on a new fly it was time to head home. Sure, it was only eight thirty and there was still a chance (a good chance, hell a certainty) that I was going to catch more fish however I decided a dozen nice trout is enough to satisfy any man, women, boy or girl.
For those of you that do not know the rivers that I fish let me explain something to you – The Kelvin has three tributaries that make it the river it is – the Luggie, the Glazart and the Allander. The Kelvin itself is merely a tributary of the mighty River Clyde although where it enters the main river you would not catch any brown trout – it is trully massive! It must be said the Kelvin tributaries also have there own little tributaries, countless unnamed burns that make up the main river.
Just in the same way that the Kelvin is a tributary there are several other rivers that are tributaries of the Clyde – these tributaries also have tributaries, often these tributaries have tributaries – which like the Kelvin have many unamed burns – I hope that makes sense. I like to think of it like a tree – with all the tiny twigs growing together to make branches and then them coming together to make the trunk.
So today Alberto (Casting Maestro Extraordinaire) took me to one of the other tributaries tributary (actually it was another tributary off it) however as it has been raining hard for a day we settled for very far upstream on the tributary. If this was a tree we would be off a branch, followed a split and finally up to a twig.
We were trying to get far away from the water that was busy running down all the twigs and branches too dump itself in the main trunk – when you are trying to get this far away, the river gets smaller – and so do the trout…a nice trout is maybe 8 inches – a monster is 10 inches.
The day was warm; there was fly life however nothing definite hatching on the water. The river to begin with was peaty however this did not put the trout off, instead it made them a whole lot bolder when it came to rising to dry flies.
If you think my pictures have been bad in the past check this out..
Alberto caught this monster…..for this size of water it is a mighty fish.. Just look at those huge spots..
Here he is playing another…
All in all, maybe a dozen trout caught and as many missed. For flies I used Comparaduns, CDC & Elk and a Baloon Caddis.
For some reason the last few posts have become mixed up – I will summarize the last one here and rewrite the giant hogweed post – all the comments have been lost unfortunately 🙁
Warm and muggy – I managed a few hours on the river. Driving there was hell, I seemed to get stuck at every set of lights –
traffic lights hell
Still, I was soon in a little oasis of calm in the city…
A nice ripple
As soon as I arrived I picked up trout from a nice long ripple, they put a fair bend in my Orvis four weight and fought like little devils. I was fishing dry fly – a CDC and Elk. The main action lasted maybe around a half hour however after moving up to the next pool the takes were not so quick – on the way back my Polaroid’s steamed up and stayed that way – does that ever happen to you ?
At dusk I moved back to the first glide and only managed to winkle out another trout. I then walked slowly down to the access point casting my fly to the side of me and walking downstream with it – this way I caught an additional few trout – nice big ones too. These trout are usually pretty spooky but in the gloaming they get that little bit braver at accepting flies attached to a leader.
Caught in Slow Water
All in all around a half dozen (maybe more) trout caught.
For some reason the blog is messed up in internet explorer – I have deleted the posts for just now and will try and work out what the problem is later.The problem is not present with people who use firefox.
In the meantime you could download firefox which is a far superior browser.
Ok OK – I promise this was not a fix – the winner of the Fish Bum Mongolia DVD was in fact my long time fishing buddy (now moved away and riverless) Emanuele. Ironically he did not even send in the photo, his pal from the states took the time to send me these pics of the man in action – a nice touch – my wife was most impressed by the size of your fish although she assures me size is not everything.
Emanuele kids on he only likes catching trout to the dry fly however these pictures of him hauling in a Salmon prove otherwise.
Congratulations Emanuele, I will forget to post your DVD next week and you will eventually receive it in around a year.<–>
Had an enjoyable few hours with Jim from palewatery on Sunday. I only managed to hit the small stream for a few hours and it just so happened that Jim and his pal decided to smack the same one – here is a short video of the man in action.
As you can see the, the stream we were fishing was a peaty color, the other chap we were with caught a fair few trout but Jim and I basically chatted our way up the stream as you do when you meet and fish with someone you kinda know over the net. We started with the dry fly and then moved to a dry and dropper.
Jim took a picture of me catching a troot as well which was nice!
Catching a troot on a small stream!
I will announce the winner of the competition in a couple of days so you all still have a chance to send in a photo of yourself and a fish 🙂
After work I needed to fish – Initially decided the Clyde however at the point in the road where I had to make the final decision I made a sharp left turn and headed to the Kelvin. Mostly because it would mean I would get more time to fish but also because I have been neglecting it of late. The good thing about having a home river is that you can hit it when you think conditions are right.
The water was a little dirty but at a good height.
I used a dry and dropper as I did not see a trout rise pretty much the whole time I was there. I worked up the river slowly covering as much water as I could. I immediately lost a couple of trout – well when I say lost I mean they just shook their heads and were off. I was glad I used my five weight – it was blowing a gale, and I mean that literally. I think it is the first time I have used it on the Kelvin all year.
I did not catch any trout in the usual spots, I managed to hook some in odd wee pockets. After a couple of trout my pheasant tail nymph was looking pretty mangled. I wondered if Frank Sawyer had this problem with his nymphs. The traditional tying does not use any thread just copper wire and pheasant tail and this is what I use – the whole lot seems to have moved down the hook.
I could have fished on but it was now 7pm and the wind was getting strong – I was home by ten past.