A New Technique

I think I may have found a technique to rival New Zealand droppers – a cutting stare!

The Contemplative Angler describes the method very well –

I stationed myself on a rock in mid-stream and began to regard the pool with disdain – beginning with moderate annoyance I accelerated through active pique, arriving within seconds at a withering scorn. After a few minutes I noticed a “nice” fourteen inch brown roll to the surface in humble chagrin…

Fantastic – I am practicing in front of the mirror until my leg heals properly.

Read the full post here.

Dizzying Heights And Disastrous Lows

All in all it was a strange weekend of fishing. A mixture of dizzying heights and disastrous lows leaving me with a day off work and a limp – oh I have torn my breathable waders in a few places as well.

The Story

Strangely the plan for both days was to hit the White Cart, but seeing as how conditions were perfect for the upper Clyde (raining all week) this put most rivers at a fair old height with a touch of colour – perfect, we thought, lets head upstream on the Clyde where usually the water is gin clear and the trout spooky like a ghost house at a dodgy carnival. A bit of colour may well make them, er, less spooky

Alex and I had the classic idea of taking sausages, bacon and egg and having a fry up before starting fishing. We marvelled at our genius idea as if we were the first anglers to ever cook anything beside a car – to be fair people who were passing us looked very jealous of us as we tucked into rolls n’ sausage doublers.

This meat energy food gave us the power to walk a couple of kilometres in search of trout which we caught in abundance – Alex caught far more than I using the killer technique of a New Zealand dropper.

New Zealand Dropper

This technique is used to double your chances of hooking a fish as you are using two flies- a dropper is tied to the hook of the “point” fly. A length of nylon is tied to the bend of the hook and the second fly is tied onto this length so that it is about 12 inches from the first fly. Some people say it should be longer, around double the depth of the water you are fishing but Alex seems to do remarkably well with a very short dropper. This set up is then cast to various likely holding places for trout and its trout attracting abilities are well known. I don’t like it though as it feels very ungainly when casting and if I see a rising trout it affects my accuracy.

Its Just Like Fishing with a Bung

Alex has managed to get the technique just right using a very aggressive cast with a “half haul”. I was talking about this fishing technique to Alberto (Master Caster Extraordinaire) who stated that the guys who fished in competitions on rivers stated this method was basically just like fishing a bung! (Essentially just a float) I always thought it might put the trout off taking the dry fly but if anything it seems to make the trout more willing to take the dry – possibly the trout follows the nymph and then at the last moment has a snatch at the dry instead. This seems to be a common phenomenon.

Anyway, on the Saturday I was picking up the odd trout but was full of doom and despair- I felt as if I was not on form – missing takes and not fishing the water fully. Even my teasing of Alex regarding his use of the New Zealand method had a hollow ring to it as he was naturally hauling them in like a commercial fisherman – every time I looked up, he had his net out.

I used the New Zealand technique on Sunday with a little more success – at one point losing a nice trout of a couple of pounds – it got below me and shed the hook. I also picked up several trout to the dry fly…

Disaster Strikes

On the way back to the car I was just thinking that I had got the old fishing mojo back when I took a tumble whilst climbing over a barbed wire fence – I lost my footing somehow and ended up almost crucifying myself. As it was, I got away with some scratches to my hands and several tears in my Vision Endurance breathable waders. At that point my leg was a bit painful but I could walk back to the car ok. Later on, returning home, the pain in my leg started to get worse meaning a severe lack of sleep which meant I had to take the day off work on Monday. Something which is a very rare occurrence – usually I drag myself in as I feel too guilty being off work. I walked around like a pirate a lot and was the butt of many jokes on arriving to work on Tuesday.

I am now faced with the prospect of shelling out cash for a new pair of breathable waders or trying to patch my Vision Endurance ones up. Beloved wife said “buy a new pair” which was nice and other fishing friends shook their head sadly when they heard the story. I think if I end up patching them I will just be in for a season of leaks which will bug the hell out of me. I am reminded ironically of my thoughts on breathable waders not being up to the job – I was actually thinking I may get a couple more seasons out of these ones if I played my cards right.

So if anyone out there fancies giving me recommendations for breathable waders I would appreciate it. I am considering a pair of Orvis but am open to suggestions. I quite like the idea of Orvis ones as the boots I bought have been doing rather well – they did not in fact explode on contact with water but are really quite comfy and sturdy. The only downside is the laces which have frade and broken after only a dozen or so serious sessions. I am also considering the new Vision waders with the fancy zip up the front which will make it easier to pee and the Simms.
I now limp away to do some housework.

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A Well Managed River…

I had my first session on the White Cart last week.

Well, it was really my second session; my first session lasted around an hour so I don’t think it counted. It was a hot day when Alex (who also joined the club for some sweet small stream action) and there was not much water in the river. We caught no big trout but certainly lots of small trout all to the dry fly – it was all most enjoyable.


One think we discussed is how well looked after this little river is. I am not talking about manicured lawns or anything but more the amount of work that has went into trout habitat and tree planting and pruning. Something else that impressed me was the signs that had been put up stating the fishing was managed by the Walton Angling Club.

In the space of a few hundred yards we counted around 4 signs making it perfectly clear who managed the water.

River Kelvin Angling Association Take Note

This I think is something the River Kelvin Angling Association should do and for the life of me I have no idea why not. As you know I am a member of the committee for the club and in the past have asked for some signs to be put up at various points along the river bank. This would raise awareness of the club to potential permit buyers as well as give the club that little extra credibility. As it is I would say the majority of people who fish the Kelvin do not have permits. The “bailiff” (who is not an actual bailiff just a club appointed official with no real powers) states there is not a poaching problem and the signs would be ripped down anyway. Seems a bit of a defeatist if you ask me! If it is a problem with the local council maybe not wanting signs put up in the parks etc I would suggest contacting a local councillor who love being connected to groups that potentially will vote for them. The local media would probably pick up on something like that as well.

As for work parties on the Kelvin – they are non existent. I suggested contacting the Wild Trout Trust for some expert advice on improving trout habitat but this it seems has been forgotten about. I think some work on trout habitat is the least the Kelvin deserves!

Other Days…

Anyway, I digress; I had a lovely time fishing the White Cart and am looking forward to attacking it full force once it gets some water in it. I have had some other days fishing – the other day I went to my other favorite spot of river and had a bonanza of a day – sadly no photos as I left my camera (and my flies for that matter) in my waistcoat which was annoyingly left on a kitchen chair at home. As it is I coped with some spare flies in a box I found in a bag as well as a box full that Alex gave me. We both caught trout consistently all day – I caught three out of the dozen or so that really stood out. The first was when we arrived at the river and with my second cast hooked into a lovely trout on the dry fly at around the pound mark. The second was when I was fishing a bit of flat water and what seemed like a very small trout rising turned out to be another trout at around a pound. The third trout was caught after we we relaxing in front of some turbulent water laughing about the scene in “A River Runs Through It” when the angler has to rush down the pool after a trout that is taking out line. Well, I went to the pool and cast a little F fly and a torpedo of a trout rushed up, took it and then proceeded to bolt down into the next pool with me hot in pursuit – all very exciting.

I was suprised at how fast the dead sheep has been decomposing – it is pretty much down to its bare bones now – here is a picture from last week – can you see it ?

It has been raining the last few days giving all the rivers some much needed water – should make things even better !

Watch this space…..

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 ! 

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