I wish I was cool like Tom over at Trout Underground who seems to have just about everything made out of bamboo these days. He recently wrote about a bamboo helmet which is the perfect headgear for fly fishing’s legion of “Chuck & Duck Purists.”
I wish I had something else made out of bamboo to go with my four weight. Saying that though, the helmet would come in handy for my new bike….
See you on the road…..possibly!
Recieved a contact from a Kelvinator who states he has found some tackle in the Partick area next to the river – if anyone knows who it belongs to then please get in touch – I am assuming of course anyone who has lost the item will know what it is and will be able to identify it so no random emails asking for rods 🙂
Now, this has got to be one of the best educational videos I have seen yet – two guys pulled along on their boogey boards by a speed boat – as they stop – “Check it out —–MAYFLY”
The Angling Exploration Group could learn a thing or two from these guys.
Check it out
I first saw the Kelvin through a gap in some trees. I was 16 at the time and it was a Saturday night. I know it was Saturday as on a Friday I went to the Boys Brigade (Now you understand how I know the words when I sing hymns to induce takes) so Saturday was always my night for some recreation. Not that I was absolutely mad keen on fishing at that time, well I was keen on fishing, I just did not do it all the time. I had just been through a rather messy couple of seasons fishing the River Leven with some pals who caught massive amounts of Salmon – I unfortunately had blanked spectacularly. I had therefore decided a summer of chasing girls, smoking cannabis and drinking cider (unfortunetly not in that order) was on the cards and all I did with gusto – considering how unlucky I was with girls I turned into a mean joint roller.
Anyway, this Saturday night I and a group of friends were roaming the streets and eventually went through some woods some distance away from where I lived. It was all very scary and new – I was a bit shy and awkard at that age.
We were looking for an outdoor party that was rumoured to be happening – we were sure there would be girls there we could impress with our amazing patter and joint rolling techniques. I did not know the area well and was intrigued to spot a flash of water through some trees.
It was slow moving and deep – it was also very brown. “What rivers that?” I asked a pal who lived close by “The Kelvin – it’s a shitehole” was the reply.
I looked at the river – it was dark but something about it made me wonder – I could see an opportunity beckoning but so was a party pushed on by peer group pressure.
The Kelvin was filed away for a later time.
It rained all day on Saturday – call this August – feels more like March as the temperature is low as well. Feels like the start of the season when you go fishing just because you can, a bit of respite after a long cold winter – you know there will be no action or possibly a quick ten mins of action but at least you expect it to be like that after winter, not late summer.
Emmanuel and I cancelled our Saturday trip, instead going into the Glasgow Angling centre to wave around fly rods and pick up some tying materials. We looked at the rain knowing that Sunday was going to be bad- we still wanted to go fishing – so we did.
It was cold, biter cold – think it was a north wind. We fished the very upper reaches of the Clyde, thinking that by this point some of the rain water would have washed off. We were incorrect, it was still high – where in the past where there was a gentle shallow glide there was now fast flowing deep water. “I want to catch a trout on the dry fly” said my Italian friend – I decided to put on an olive sparkly woolly bugger – the first time I have ever fished with such a fly – from what I know about fishing with streamers the conditions seemed right.
Within the first few casts I felt a violent tug and then nothing – interesting I thought. Basically I was heaving the thing into the middle of the river giving a big upstream mend and then letting it dead drift until it came into the shallows when I would twitch it back rather enticingly – it was around this point I would get some thumps towards it. Nothing stayed on however – this happened around eight times. It is not uncommon to get pulls on the dangle and for trout not to connect – I think that is what the “traditional” across and down wet fly approach is a poor hooker of trout. There is too much resistance or something to allow the trout to turn with the fly in its mouth.
Walking back up the river we met Mike from Tamanawis – he had telephoned me to say he had caught his first trout using a streamer – I thought it was a budgie he was casting when I got up close but it turned out to be a yellow monstrosity that the trout were really going wild for – obviously trying to match the hatch I tied on an orange crystal woolly bugger with new enthusiasm – if the trout were going to take a yellow freaky parrot then I was in with a chance with a hot orange fry imitation – sometimes I think we give trout a lot more credit than they deserve.
After catching three trout on almost consecutive casts I decided more of these flies were going in my box for occasions of high water – I suppose it means I can fish in times I would ordinarily not go – It was enjoyable in the way I find loch fishing enjoyable – not needing to think too much about drag or finding out what insects are hatching.
Emmanuel tied one on to give it a bash and his hands almost burned with the shame, still he had already caught a trout on the dry fly – in those conditions it was pretty impressive – if someone could catch a trout on the dry fly though in a raging torrent it is him.
Work, study and fly fishing collide – the result, an increase in migraines and twitchy weather watching. The weather has turned into almost spring like conditions, there is hardly any hope of an evening session, and temperatures are too low.
Around a month ago, it feels like ages now, deciding on a small stream seemed like the correct thing to do – turned out it was too low and I caught no trout. However it was still the right thing to do just for the sound of crickets and two deer I startled from the undergrowth.
No sessions on the Kelvin – not had time – either I am going for a full day trip at the weekend or nothing at all. Visited my other river and had a few nice sessions,
…the last few days have been bad, weather turned even colder.
Thinking of getting a 4 weight rod, must be slow action with a thin blank……might try an Orvis – definetly for next season though.
Strange times, strange times….
Hiya, I have actually been doing some fishing but unfortunetly there has been a major clash of the titans between work and my intense fly fishing addiction. In the meantime, why dont you check out my photo gallery…
Next week i am meeting up with Gareth from Fishing in Wales and Mike from Tamanawis – it should be interesting getting together with some of my blogging neighbours – well I see Mike quite a lot but quite possibly there will be some kind of blogging bolt of lightening when we all get together.
Please let me know how your season is coming along in the comments section, if I cannot go fishing all the time it would be nice to hear from people who can.
Oh, and the new edition of Fish Wild is out.
So while England is being flooded Scotland remains relatively rain free (so far). However the weather has been strange of late – there is a distinct lack of what you might think of as “proper” summer weather. There have been no warm days to think about an evening session, or rather I suppose we all could be going for evening sessions but from what I am hearing the rivers have been poor. Not that I am getting much of a chance to actually go fishing as I am furiously writing some essays which are due in around a months time. I did manage a quick 5 or so hours up at a reservoir on Sunday which was a total reality check after the outing on loch Shin – I caught one trout at around the 9 inch mark from the bank while my buddy managed a much more respectable 8 with plenty of follows and plucks.I am becoming a bit tetchy and itchy to get some river fishing done, I am thinking of one of the smaller tributaries of the Kelvin which I have pretty much neglected this year, or rather I have attempted to fish it a couple of times but it has not been in good condition. I reckon, any day now (possibly this evening) I am going to head up for a quick couple of hours – catch some of those wily browns on my hands and knees….
Watch this space…
Ohhh Lovely, now that is one way for the “bait boys” to keep em fresh
An American holidaymaker got a nasty surprise when he discovered that the lumps on his scalp were not bites or shingles, but live botfly maggots. Aaron Dallas, from Colorado, US, sought medical advice when the bumps appeared on his scalp after a trip to Belize this summer.
But it was not until the bumps started moving that doctors realised Dallas had five live maggots inside his head.
“I’d put my hand back there and feel them moving. I thought it was blood coursing through my head,” said Dallas.
“I could hear them. I actually thought I was going crazy.”
Adult bot flies are larger and more aggressive than European flies. One type attacks livestock, deer and humans.
They rely on mosquitoes, stable flies, and other insects to carry their eggs to a host, which in this case was Dallas.
“It was weird and traumatic,” said Dallas.
“I would get this pain that would drop me to my knees.” As traumatic as this may seem, botfly infections are fairly routine in parts of Central and South America.