The FishCam

Here is a gadget to help all those river anglers who are just learning to read the water…

Yup – it is a Fishcam

That “news”paper the Sun stated:

AN underwater camera for finding fish in rivers is causing uproar among anglers — who say it is WRECKING the sport.

Somehow they managed to get Chris Yates to comment on it, he should have stayed well clear. Why is it the media think all anglers think about is killing vast amounts of fish with as little effort as possible.

I eventually tracked down the company who are selling it in the UK – Sanderson Property Brokers – it costs around £400 can you beleieve it ?

Original source:

http://www.thesun.co.uk/article/0,,2-2007050828,00.html

Camping Trip – Part 4/Conclusion

The Tummel

I have been putting off this post for a while now – partly because Emmanuelle caught a lovely big trout that he wanted to see the picture of (and I wanted to tease him while withholding the pictures) and partly because I was not sure whether to tell you a rather amusing story. The story involves a bizarre conversation with the landlady and landlord of a guesthouse that we stayed in after ditching the tents. It was by far the funniest thing that happened the whole trip and pretty much dominated the conversation on the Sunday – Anyway, I have decided not to tell you as it is all a bit risky – unless possibly you harass me through the comments section. There is also the possibility that someone else may step in and tell the story!

Anyway, we stayed overnight in a bed and breakfast in Pitlochry after ditching the tents because it was so cold. We were all amazed at the bizarre d̩cor of the sitting room Рwe think the taxidermist who stuffed this fox managed to catch its heart of pure evil before stuffing a pheasant in its mouth.

Anyway, that’s enough about the bed and breakfast where the very funny story that I am not about to tell you happened.

Mike was feeling down in the morning and was getting a little wild eyed about the lack of massive trout so was resorting to trying to get into the zone with a little guitar playing before we left the car park.

Almost as soon as we got to the river we seen fish rising – Holy Cow (or words to that effect) that’s the most trout action we have seen all weekend. We duly leapt out of the cars like the “A” Team and attacked the river….

We then proceeded to fish our butts off, all of us catching plenty trout and some rather nice grayling as well. Hatches were short and sporadic, possibly every hour or so when the trout would eagerly take a dry fly. In one little run I took around half a dozen smallish trout that all fought like tigers…

We were all very impressed with Emmanuelle’s rather nice trout he caught on the dry fly. It was his main aim to catch a trout on a dry fly as his fishing time has been radically reduced due to a year old bundle of joy. He was standing stalk like (with leaking waders) in a large pool for around 45 minutes until he seen a trout rise, unlike Alex who practically pisses in the river with his nymphs – who by the way was away dragging every trout in the vicinity to shore – not that we were not impressed with his giant catch rate – more to do with the fact we can never seem to catch using the New Zealand method of tying a nymph.

Oh, go on then a close up for good measure…

Mike was away working out that Grayling he had been casting to for an hour were actually taking nymphs around an inch under the surface “took me an hour and a half to work that out” he mused later as he cut directly across the middle of the pool on the way back to shore.

All in all, a very good weekend – next time we will be going in May when it will be a little warmer- possibly even June. I think the close season blinds you somewhat to the prospect of poor and inconsistant trout fishing in the spring.

As I am writing this I am aware the trout season is fully under way – the trees are now with leaves, flowers are starting to bloom, we have bees buzzing around and my wife is taking her allergy medication, I am planning on regular evening sessions on the Kelvin and the tributories, full day sessions to my favourite other river and what looks like some interesting action on the White Cart. I tied myself up 25 very small cdc F flies last night…..with tricky trout i always have Emanuele in my head saying “go smaller, go smaller, go microscopic”

Fish Wild – May 2007

Yup folks, the 2007 copy of Fsh Wild is now online.

View it here.

Camping Trip – Part 3

What can I say about The Tay ? Wikipedia says:

 The River Tay is a river in the southern Highlands of Scotland; it was made somewhat famous (or infamous) by William McGonagall‘s The Tay Bridge Disaster. It is the longest river in Scotland and the sixth-longest in the UK. It is also the largest river in the UK with a catchment of approximately two thousand square miles (the Tweed is 1,500 square miles and the Spey is 1,097 square miles).

However I will say that if we did poorly on the Ericht, this time we did even worse on the Tay, it was bigger colder and with even more sullen trout. Emmanuelle turned up and caught a nice grayling.

Nightly pep talk was in a bed and breakfast. At this point we were losing the will to live.

Alex was not in this picture as he was obviously still basking in the glory of his New Zealand dropper technique.

BBC Faux Pax

Oh dear, oh dear – I see not many people are happy at the BBC for this little ditty encouraging disabled anglers to grab a concession:

If you are of a mind to disable or kill some fish, you will be delighted to hear that your own disability may work in your favour when obtaining the necessary documents. From 2007, those of you who are in receipt of DLA are entitled to a half price angling license.

After several organizations complained it has now been changed to

If you are of a mind to hook some fish out of water, hold them for a bit, take a photo, and then throw them back, you will be delighted to hear that your own disability may work in your favour when…

The image put in my mind now is of some disabled angler pulling a fish out of the water (possibly with an evil smile) and then lobbing the fish 100 yards back into a pond.

Runner up in the Sports Category

Yegads, I came runner up in the Metro Blog Awards

Congratulations to Caught Offside who targets those who love football and indulging in everything that goes along with following it.

I just knew posting about Toad Sex was a bad idea so close to the judging.

Camping Trip – Part 2

Written by Alex

The Ericht is a tributary of the river Isla, and appeared to be considerably larger than the ‘main’ river. With its unusually clear pools and bone-white rocks, it would not surprise me to find a glacier hidden away in her headwaters. After we’d roughed the near-Arctic conditions the night before, it almost felt possible.

Enormous Trout

The River has been known to produce some enormous trout, but the grayling population in the system has apparently dropped away in recent years. How ironic then that our initial forays produced a wee flurry of sport from pod of feeding grayling!

Freshly enthused and ready to ‘bag up,’ we did what all great anglers would

do…We cooked some sausages!

Refueled, we split up and fished different sections of water, Alistair and Mike choosing a stretch near our starting point, with Alan and myself plumping for some known salmon-holding pools further downstream.

Unaware of Alistair and Mikes exploits, we fished on but the hatch we had all hoped for never really came to fruition. To be fair, we barely wet a line until after lunchtime!, and our predisposed visions of four pound brownies noisily slurping down rafts of large dark olives were looking unlikely.

In reflection, it was one of those ‘really nice days to be down by the river.’ This usually means that the fishing was pants, but it was a great day to be out nonetheless. It was greatly appreciated when Mike and Alistair turned up to light a wee fire!

“Manshit”

We sat by the fire and mused about whether the heat would be enough to induce a localized hatch of olives. Hmmmm. The wandering mind of a frustrated fly fisher is an unfathomable stramash of desperation, pride, bloody-mindedness, and most of all, complete lunacy. A size four humongous was cast upstream at one point by a member of our party

After a generous scoop of whisky, and one of Alistair’s legendary pep-talks, we donned an extra forty layers of clothing and went to sleep secretly dreaming of catching in the deep, swirling maelstrom that is the Tay…

Alistair notes: What Alex failed to point out was the fact he caught more fish than anyone ! 

Camping Trip – Part 1

A few trusty Kelvintators (Alex, Allan and I) left Glasgow on Thursday morning to meet Mike to fish a few rivers that we had discussed about at great length – around 15mins. Little did we know we were driving towards a rather vicious cold front that swept in to pretty much put a stop to any meaningful fly life.

However, we decided the first two rivers would be the Water of Dean and the River Isla of which the Dean is a tributary. We met Mike at the riverbank tying some flies…

Mike and I headed upstream on the Dean while Alex and Allan headed a fair old distance away to try their luck on an entirely different section of water on the Isla. The Water of Dean is around half the size of the Kelvin – more like the size of one of its tributaries in some parts I would say.

It is nice dry fly water although on the day we fished it we did not really crack many of its secrets if the truth be told. It was quite low with just the odd rising trout – I managed to winkle out a couple of sub quarter of a pound trout and maybe one around the half pound mark. I thought my fat half pounder was going to be the “fish of the day”

Alex meanwhile was having a bonanza on the Isla catching a trout around the 3.5lb mark..


This of course prompted Mike and I to panic due to our lack of trout and make a bee line for the Isla – Mike stooped to a whole knew low and possibly shocked all the fish in our little stretch.

Needless to say, we did not see any action.

If there was one thing we learned on this trip it was “don’t camp in April” in fact another add-on little gem of wisdom would be “don’t arrange a trip in April”.

It all seems a bit of  a haze sitting at my computer now – the cold, the aching back from sleeping on the ground (those rubber mats don’t work) and did I mention the cold – cookies for breakfast and swigging whiskey to keep warm before going to bed. Alex had a jog round the campsite in the morning because it was so cold – people must have been looking out their caravan windows thinking “that guy is keen as mustard to keep fit” 

Little did they know it was to stop freezing to death.

Navy sails in to clean up Kelvin

I came across this storywhen I got back from my trip(more on that later) – sounds positive

ROYAL NAVY sailors are teaming up with a local environment charity to help clean up the River Kelvin.

A 40-strong team from Clyde-built HMS Daring will be using special equipment including open-top canoes to clear hard-to-reach spots on the river bank.

And the crew will also be planting 200 oak trees supplied by Kelvin Clyde Greenspace and Glasgow City Council in Dawsholm Park.

Commander David Shutts of HMS Daring is lending the support of his crew to clear-up group Friends of the River Kelvin on April 18.

Sally Johnston of FORK said: “It’s is an incredible amount of time and effort for us to have at our disposal.

“The benefit to the river and those who use it for relaxation and leisure will be invaluable. The knock-on effect for wildlife is vast.

“The day will be a great chance for our charity and for the navy matelots.

“The chance to team-build in an unusual context helps their onboard spirit and can create a sense of pride in the local community.”

Canoes and safety equipment for the clean-up day will be provided by Wildside Africa while Food for Thought, a Glasgow-based charity, will be making lunch for the Navy crew.

The big clear-up is another boost for the Clean Glasgow campaign which the Evening Times has been backing for the past two months.

Friends of the River Kelvin meet once a month to clear up rubbish and debris dumped along the riverbank and surrounding areas.

 

Source:Evening Times

Gone Fishing – Back in a Few Days

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