On one hand I break things and in the other I get praised.
At least I am consistant……no wait that’s not correct…
So I spent ages last night making a fly – it was made entirely out of calf tail and looked great. I used some lead to help it to sink – I was looking forward to giving it a bash today – as it was the damn thing floated rendering it useless – you live and learn I suppose.
Yet again as soon as I left the house I nearly turned back – it was miserable – I left in rush hour as well (I have a day off work) and my bed was calling me back. Dark and bleak and pissing with rain. I thought the rain would be against me…
However I got to the canal at around 0830, strung up my rod and after changing my fly was almost immediately into a Pike – a nice one as well (I am getting a bit blasé about them now). I had taken the advice of some of my blog readers and was using a fly with a zonker strip as a tail, a black body with just a little bit of flash – oh and some white calf tail along the top wing style – it gave the fly a rather nice action as it kicked back in the water.
Number two Pike came a half hour later – within a few yards of the first – this was a bigger one and put up a fair scrap on the 9 weight. I could see the wire trace it had somehow managed to get it trapped around its gill – I had a choice – I have read how to chin pike out the water and I could have tried it with the Pike last week however as there was people watching me I decided not to in case I fluffed it. This time however I took a bit of time, unwrapped the trace from around its gill and found the spot where I was suppose to lift it – easy peasy.. a piece of cake – a quick photo
And then back in the water.
The rain came on pretty heavy however I played cat and mouse with another reasonably sized pike for a few minutes. It attacked the fly maybe 3 or 4 times, every time it missed I immediately put the fly back in the water and it attacked again. Eventually I think it spooked and went off to sulk. I fished on at the same spot for around another 10mins getting wet and then headed off home at around 11am.
Glasgow Herald – interview with Paul Devlin, the owner of the Glasgow Angling Centre talks about his expansion plans – buys flies for 5p and sells them for 60p – now that is what I call a profit!
Read the full article here!
EDIT: Oh – here is the Fly Fishing Forums take on the article
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These little clippers were great – electric blue, small (ish) they fitted on my lanyard perfectly and cut through mono very easily – I tried them with 20lb mono and they cut through it with ease. I would expect so to for £7.
I wanted a new pair of nippers as my old ones ……ach OK , to tell you the truth I thought they looked sexy… ok… and I had money burning a hole in my pocket at the start of the season.
From Down under. This clipper is a simple, convenient, and affordable option. Constructed from durable plastic, the Aussie Clippers use a razor sharp surgical stainless steel guillotine to snip through mono as heavy as 150 lb. The clippers are light and can be attached with lanyard or retractor.
- Stainless steel blades
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- Cuts up to 150lb. mono
Sounds great eh?
Unfortunately not – they fell apart within 6 months meaning I had to use my teeth one day down at the river. Later I found the little sharp blade down my waders – could have caused a nasty accident that could.
Fishpond kindly sent me an upgrade as a warranty replacement – will let you know how I goet on with them !
I was reading a thread about fly colour over at Shallow Fish about fly colour and whether it really maters or not. The general opinion is that it does not – at least that is my opinion anyway when it relates to Pike. I left a comment agreeing with another reader that I suspected movement of the fly is more important and I stand by that. Trout flies I am not so sure about – there have been days when trout would only take my electric green klinkhammer but shunned everything else – so the jury on trout is still out.
Anyway, as you know I have been catching pretty much all my pike on a pink bodied sparkly thing and I thought I had hit the nail right on the head with that little combination. However, I have now read I have been doing it all wrong – pike don’t take pink flies – in fact they are supposed to be imitative – greens and black work extremely well – and in murky water you are supposed to be using a dark fly as the silhouette shows up better in the pikes vision.
Good job I did not know that when I was catching those pike on my pink fly – might have put them right off!
Ok, Saturday was pretty awesome as I caught that big Pike that I don’t have a picture of unfortunately – however Sunday was just as awesome as I caught 4 (landed 2) – if they were all put together and then doubled, the new pike would be still half the size of yesterdays.
Anyway, lots of excitement in a short period of time – I caught one at this platform – casting close into the side, I noticed a disturbance in the water just next to where my fly hit the water and on the second cast the pike slammed into it. I watched a Jack chasing my fly and when it finally hit it basically fluffed it.
The pike just looked at the fly so I started to twitch it slowly away and then it pounced again this time staying on. Fantastic fun – even though these are just wee jack pike, I don’t think the biggest one today even reached a pound and a half; they put up an enjoyable scrap on the fly rod – plenty of acrobatics!
I decided to have a morning off of thinking about essay stuff and headed out for a couple of hours down the canal for Pike again. As usual, the weather all week has been fine – nice temps, no wind and generally good for the fly, however today the forecast was for rain and gales. This made casting slightly tricky. There was also leaves covering all the easy casting spots – I nearly headed home there and then.
I don’t know what it is about having an audience when I catch a fish but it makes me edgy – it is even worse when it is another couple of anglers. I was casting along the side of a floating jetty – pretty much the only place I could get a half decent cast without getting caught up on leaves. I was utilising a rather enticing jerk retrieve with my pink bodied sparkly thing – I think I will come up with a name for it…..er, lets call it a “pink bodied sparkly” I had seen the two guys approach behind me and could hear them talking. Suddenly the rod tip bent over – a Pike had slammed into my fly almost at my feet – it was one of those situations where you just do not feel in control at all – the rod was nearly pulled out my hands. The fish bored deep – the guys behind me had now stopped walking and talking and were watching the proceedings in delight. It was a big Pike, certainly the biggest I have had from the canal, even on the plug. Remember this is only the second Pike I have had on for any great length of time on the fly. In the water it looked pretty big – I had to give it line as there was no stopping it – It then tail walked a yard – Yikes I thought! I could see my fly – it was just in side the mouth and no more.
I think if those guys had not been there I would have took my time and found somewhere to whisk the fish out and lay it down (there is plenty of grass around) however I made the executive decision of grabbing hold of the wire trace, sliding my fingers down and un hooking the Pike in the water- it then turned over – looked at me square in the eyes as if to say “yer a marked man pal” and swam under the platform I was standing on. I chatted to the guys for a bit – they had not seen a Pike caught on the fly before and were pretty impressed – more by the Pike than by me as I was shaking with nerves and covered in blood as I either managed to impale my self with the hook or snitch my finger on the Pikes teeth. I think it was the teeth.
I fished on for a while; however the stickiness of the blood on the rod handle started to annoy me. It was strange – did all that just happen? It all had a very unreal feeling about it. I suppose what I should have done was ask one of those guys to take the photo but hey these things happen I suppose.