On Thursday morning some fishing buddies (Emanuele, Mike, Alex and Allan) and I will be leaving for a few days fishing up North. The plan was to fish The Don on Thursday or Friday and then hit other rivers on the way back down but seeing as there is a cold front sweeping in and bizarrely snow has been forecast after this hot spell we decided to wipe it from the itinerary it as it only fishes well one day out of twenty on a leap year – and even then the hatch lasts for 10 mins.
I have been getting panicky talking to the guys saying “heck – nothing is arranged” – we all had different ideas of places to fish and places to stay – we talked about it so long that now the trip is upon us and it has the possibility of turning out most excellent or into absolute carnage. Mike, I think, is the only one taking things calmly – he thinks the trip will flow the way a river does and we will float along like sticks in the current. In other words we will all end up starving and sleeping in cars as we cannot find a campsite or somewhere that will take some wild eyed smelly anglers.
Organisational Overdrive – Pffttt
I think I was freaking everyone out with too many phone calls wanting the trip to be planned to the tiniest detail (I defy you to think that is odd – I keep an online fishing diary for goodness sake) however I now realise the fishing will largely be dictated to by the weather so it is not possible to plan completely for every eventuality. This meant my organisational skills went into overdrive and then collapsed. Alex meanwhile decided to take the bull by the horns and phone everyone and actually organising a meeting place on Thursday morning. I can now sit back and enjoy the ride!
Bushy – Like a Burst Mattress
This has given me a time to go through my fly box and look at gaps – I decided that the comparaduns I tied a few weeks ago did not have enough deer hair; this was after a discussion with Alberto (master caster) who gave them a critical evaluation at the last fly tying evening he declared them not bushy enough for his tastes – he likes them very bushy apparently .
I got out my materials, turned off the TV and got to work…
So an hour was spent tying up some comparaduns with bushier wings – they ended up looking like a burst mattress – I doubt they will ever sink.
Tomorrow, I will look my camping gear out my attic, now where is that tent?
So I hit on something that I have never actually witnessed before – wild toad sex. When I started fishing the river I noticed something swimming down the river towards me – it was a toad, happily swimming along. I added it to my memory as just one of those quirky things you see on the riverbank. As the day progressed I began to see more of them – and some of them were in doubles….giving… er….piggy backs, just drifting along. On my return home I have found out they were in fact common toads (Bufo bufo) and they can have a lifespan of up to 40 years. They are solitary, except during the breeding when the males usually wait for females at breeding sites. Males clamber onto the backs of females and hold onto them tightly which is a posture known as amplexus.
All very interesting!
It was not as hot as yesterday and this time there was a little haze of cloud cover. We did not see many olives hatching only the odd one or two drifting along. We still managed to pick up some trout to dry flies – I wonder if I would have done better with a toad imitation?
Here is a typical trout I caught on one of my deer hair comparaduns. It was one of the few trout I spotted rising – I managed to get a good drift first cast…I decided it was one for the BBQ.
Some fishing buddies and I are hastily making plans for Wednesday as we are supposed to be heading up North. Unfortunately the weather has been forecast to take a turn for the worse, we have no plans in place and the chances are we will fish The Don in terrible conditions again.
Looking forward to it already!
Another hot hazy day down at the other river that I fish. I arrived at the water around 0930 and then almost had to come straight back home again. Once I set up my rod etc I found that my tippet material was once again giving me a bit of jip – it kept snapping every time I tightened a knot. I was pretty annoyed to say the least. I telephoned Mike who it just so happened was on his way down anyway so I spent around an hour contemplating the river bank, the cows and various funny insects I was having trouble in identifying. Once Mike arrived a new tippet section was added and I was off to a lovely day – caught around half a dozen trout and lost one at around a pound and a half. I think I lost it due to severe bad karma – as I was playing it I was imagining it sizzling away on my barbeque at home…ping it was off.
All my trout today were caught on the dry fly; it was pretty much half and half risers to just opportunistic trout when I was covering water.
The same plan is to be applied tomorrow although this time without the tippet problem.
Sounds lovely doesnt it ?
The forecast is for sunshine the whole weekend – I am not sure how that will effect the Olive hatches – maybe we will see more trout rising than last week – a week at this time of year can make a huge difference.
Over on the right hand column there you can see books that I am currently reading. I will be posting a review very shortly of the current book but in the meantime head over to the authors lovely little corner of the net and check it out.
A howling gale with intermittent light rain finally told me the trout season was finally under way. Over the Easter weekend I was visiting family in sunny Birmingham, and boy was it sunny – almost shorts weather. However scanning the weather for today here in Glasgow it was too be cloudy, windy with rain – fantastic – I had a hunch the Large Dark Olives would be coming off. For once the hunch was correct and we were soon met at the water with many large dark olives on the water with sporadic rising trout.
I managed to winkle out two trout using my olive comparadun whilst Alex caught many more using nymphs.
I was glad of my new 5 weight rod – it certainly helped to put out a nice line in the howling gale.
Sadly I did not walk up as far as the dead sheep so am unable to give a full detailed summary of its decomposition.
From here on in it only gets better.