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I walk to the river. I felt uncomfortable walking home last night in my waders. Not just because I felt self conscious but because I did not like the damage I might have been doing to my studs on my boots. I changed into my waders at the river, slipping my sandshoes into my haversack , if I am going to make a habit of this I have got to get myself a simpler bag. I had not planned on going fishing today but seeing as how I had such a good night last night and I wouldn’t have been doing anything anyway I thought why not?
It was raining today and I sensed something different, the river was not alive with rising trout like last night, I fished up my starting pool only hooking small trout. I worked my way upstream past two guys bait fishing with a boy- they were casting worms to rising trout – we exchanged pleasantries and I moved on. There were some yellow mays on the water but the trout did not seem interested.
I got to a nice, deepish glide, no trout rising.
I thought to myself what should I do? – I decided on a dry and dropper, I cast twice and caught a nice trout.
I cast another couple of times and caught another nice trout this time in the belly – because it was foul hooked I thought it was bigger. I chuckled to myself as I give one of my fishing buddies such a ribbing for using this technique but it really does work when there are no trout moving. I cast and this time I hook a tree, I manage to pull the fly out but lose the nymph. “Ah – a penance” I think, for using a dropper, I smile again. I tie on another dropper and this time after a few minutes it too is in a tree – this time I lose the dry fly. “Ok” I think” “I get the message” I continue up the pool but do not connect with anymore fish. It starts to rain, everything has stopped. I decide not to carry on but to walk back down the river. A women is watching her Labrador splash around the pool I started in so I walkdown to the Petrol Pool, so called as when you are wading there is a smell of petrol that waves over you every now and then, I am not sure where it comes from. Classic Kelvin!
– you see mate, I have fished this fuckin river for years, I was down here the other day and caught a trout, a pound and a half, caught it on a mepp, killed it , lovely and pink inside, tasted real nice.
I said I had only ever killed one trout from the Kelvin and it tasted oily so that was good news they must be improving. He recognised me from last year and we got to talking about people killing Salmon without a permit.
-there’s this guy down near Glasgow, fishes the river all the time, catches fuckin salmon all the time, as soon as he gets one he legs it home so that he doesn’t have to buy a permit.
I say the majority of people I meet don’t have permits either; this is why I don’t bother asking people anymore, what’s the point if no one in the club seems interested. I told him I thought some signs might be a good idea, he laughed.
-some signs and some people to enforce the fucking rules!!!.
He looked me straight in the face as he said this. By heck, I thought, if this chap enforced the rules it would make me buy a permit. That’s what the Kelvin needs, some hard as nails bailiffs.
I excused myself as I was watching some rising trout. It was colder now and was almost dusk, possibly the time when you are unsure whether you should be wearing Polaroid’s or not.
He hung around watching as I caught some tiny trout, smiling in obvious delight watching someone fish. He was making me nervous, like anyone does when they watch me fish. I had difficulty unhooking one of the trout, please don’t let this be a fish that dies, not in front of someone watching me – I am trying to portray myself as some kind of expert here, not sure at what, but some kind anyway. I smile as the hook finally comes free.
I concentrated working my way up the pool, it took me ten minutes. He was still watching, and had moved up past some bushes to watch me.
I concentrated on some fast pocket water, what the heck I thought, lets have another bash at a dry and dropper, and the man watched me tie it on. I fished for another few minutes and then lifted into a trout- a nice trout. I thought it may be foul hooked. Even though the fish was in fast water it held its own and gave a jump clear out the water – it was not foul hooked and was a big trout to be had on a fly for the Kelvin. I wrestled it to some slow water and brought it to hand, a quick photo….
I looked up but the man was gone.
I walked to the river, it was around 5pm, and my hands were trembling I was so exited – I had not felt this exited for a while – I was not even like this on opening day. There was trout rising in the pool in front of me, I strung up my rod keeping one eye on the rising trout – the anticipation was lovely.
I cast, I cast again – I hooked a small trout. I then caught more small trout. I walked up the river. Some boys had started to fish behind me, they were using bubble float and worms – I walked further upstream. I continued to catch small trout – is this the quality of the Kelvin near the popular access points?
I carried on upstream, covering rising trout, sometimes spooking them sometimes brining them to hand. The river bank had changed a lot since I came this way last; the whole bank in a 10 yard section had come away pulling some tress into the river.
I carry on up river. I feel rain on my face, just spitting, I think how much colder it is today as opposed to yesterday. There are yellow mays on the water. I tie on a comparadun. I start to pick up bigger trout, consistently now. It is interesting as the little spot I had waded up to just looks so fishy and the last few years has always been barren to me. Now I pick up a nice trout every few casts- the largest just shy of half a pound.
I walk up further until I come to a more popular piece of water – there are around 5 guys all fishing – all with the fly. I watch one fish for a minute – he is covering unproductive water, slow water. I know he can’t have fished here before as that is the first section people head to- instead of exploring, covering the fast water with a dry fly- looking for risers. I talk to a rookie, using a Bruce and Walker 7-9 weight. He has no waders and he tells me it is his third time fishing. He asks me if I have caught anything – around a dozen I tell him, why lie? I give him a comparadun and tell him to cover water, next to the riffles. He is with friends who appear to know what they are doing, why are they not showing him how to fish? I explain some basic entomology, the lifecycle of a fly – I think it puts the risers we can see into perspective for him, why they are actually rising. I advise casting lessons, I have a friend who will do it, I advise him to go to the Kelvin website and email the guy who runs it (a little false modesty crept in) and he will pass on the details – not sure if he thinks I am a crank.
I walk back down the river, I cover the pools I have already fished, I catch more trout – the risers are getting smaller now. It is 10pm now, I walk home along a busy dual carriageway, I wonder what the people in the cars think of this character walking along in waders, waistcoat and strung up rod. Somehow I feel self conscious – was it just last year I did not hesitate at getting on a bus full of commuters in full fishing gear?
Tonight the Kelvin seems on form- all seems right- the trout are where they should be, if anything there seem more of them- I am glad at that as the last couple of years they have been getting scarce I think. It is cyclical maybe, a couple of hot summers can do strange things to Trout River, and we have had four.
I get home, check my emails, one from a friend, it contains a link to a news story- some of the best news I have heard in a while. Glasgow City Council said it was considering selling off Dawsholm Park to a private school but it is now to be turned into a nature reserve.
All seems right with the world.
[tags]Dawsholm Park [/tags]
I looked for solitude over the weekend – after years of fishing alone I sometimes feel I need that sensation of isolation to get myself in the mood for catching trout. Sometimes I get uneasy when other people are around – I get distracted, watching what they are doing and not concentrating on where my flies are and what they might be doing.
I headed to a spot on another river however the water was a little thin. I caught a couple of trout using a dry and dropper but my heart was not really in it. It was a new stretch of river to me and I found myself wandering from pool to pool simply exploring. I went home feeling very contemplative and with my brain getting in gear for Saturday.
I contacted a couple of friends who said they were heading to the same stretch of river as me so I decided to head downriver to spend a bit of time by myself and wait for any action to start. I sat amongst some reeds at the side of the river taking in my surroundings. It was around 10am, there was a little wind and it had been raining on and off for the last hour or so.
It was beautiful, so peaceful and quiet; I listened to the birds, the insects and watched some ducks playing around in the water. I must have sat there a good hour just taking in my surroundings, very nice. I watched the water for any rising trout but did not see any.
Something felt different all of a sudden; I mean I did not see any flies drifting past or rising trout from where I was sitting but I just knew there had been a little change in the air. It was almost like something had switched on. The river is wide here – in this situation I break the river up into sections – I totally forget about the other side of the river and probably only truly concentrate on around the quarter that is closet to me, that is unless I spot a rise further away and then I will cover it. When covering water like this it can take a while for you to notice the features, there are always features even in big water, always little creases to cover- indents to be searched where a trout might be waiting to snap up a dry fly. Because I had been watching the water flowing for so long it seemed easier to spot the likely places a trout might be swimming.
I used a CDC and Elk, around a size 15 I think – it was quite small anyway. Within a couple of minutes I noticed a trout rise; I covered it and caught it. I covered the same water and then landed another. I slowly worked my way upstream and then my fly disappeared and I raised my rod into something solid that did not give. I knew it was a trout as the solidness moved a couple of yards from in front of me to my right. I did not see the fish even though the water was quite shallow, the fly pinged back in my face – the trout would stay in my imagination – later I would estimate its size to friends, but hey, who knows how big it was.
I continued working upstream just off the left bank however I must be spooking trout as I waded upstream as I got no more takes to my dry fly in a hundred yards. I spotted a riffle around 20 yards away and I wade slowly up to it- walking like a burglar. I see trout taking flies off the surface – when I describe the rise to friends later I click my fingers to show them what I mean – it is that kind of rise that could be a big fish or a small fish but it seems to leave a spattering of spray on the surface like a flash. I think you understand. I hook a couple of trout and then something substantial rises in slower water to my right. I cast and cover it – I think the trout will be spooked as the water is so slow but it takes – I cannot remember where it took or how I struck but it jumps clear of the water- it charges around the pool and refuses to be netted. I curse my lazy way of attaching my tapered leader as it makes it difficult for the loop to freely go though my top ring. Eventually the trout is netted, a quick photo – the only photo for the day and then the trout I released. I expected to have to spend time reviving the trout but it shoots off to sulk.
I walk up the river picking up more trout, the wind is stronger, and I see the odd rise – cover them and land smaller trout. I am in the “zone” – enjoying it. I keep low, I cast from kneeling positions and from behind bushes – I watch the water for trout, sometimes for 5- 10 minutes – when I see a trout I cover it and it is usually on the bank within a few minutes. I think about my casting, less power – less power – the casting seems better although it may be my imagination.
Already I am thinking of my next trip !
Its all gone Kiwi Camo
The DVD is described as
What I liked about the â€œTrout Bum Diariesâ€ is that it caters for lovers of fish porn. I was talking to a pal the other day about fishing DVDs â€“ he told me there were huge chunks in one he was going to lend me on fly tying. I just donâ€™t like that. I also donâ€™t like learning to fly cast from a DVD either. If I want to learn to cast properly I will take a lesson â€“ if I want to learn to tie a new flyâ€¦â€¦well to be honest I only fish with a few flies so the chances of that happening are slim so I will let that one go. What I want to see in a fishing DVD is something a little different, not the usual stuffy â€œhow toâ€ footage â€“ more the something that will really spark my imagination and make me want to get out there and try and catch some monster trout â€“ and if I cant then at least I have something to watch on those nights that I cant get to the river for whatever reason.
I think this DVD got it just right…
The only negative I had to say about Volume one of the Trout Bum diaries was that some of the most exiting footage was in the bonus footage at the end of the disc â€“ watching the guys tempting a trout to take a dry fly â€“ I felt there should have been more. This I see has been rectified in this second offering â€“ now the guys are constantly taking trout with dry flies and boy is it exciting to watch. Not that catching big trout in New Zealand is easy â€“ it looks like they had a few difficulties when they got there as well, but to be fair the boys had plenty of time to get into the swing of things and soon started to pull them in with gusto.
Thumbs up from me!
Go and check out the Angling Exploration Group site.
After a night of drinking and dancing (my knee is much better thank you) on Saturday night I woke up on Sunday to a severe case of what is commonly known as “hanging over”. I received a text from a pal who said he was on the Upper Clyde so decided to get in the car and join him for a few hours.
Patched My Waders – Back In Action
Incidentally, I have managed to patch my waders – it was a most gratifying experience and deserves a post all of its own as I reckon they will last for a few more months barring anymore accidents with barbed wire fences. To counteract my aversion to barbed wire I contacted a guy I know about good access points and was pointed in the direction of somewhere that does not involve barbed wire fences and falling over – I headed there at around 10am to be met with a howling wind with the water at a reasonable height and colour. There was trickle hatches of olives coming off pretty much all day, there was also some Yellow Mays showing an appearance.
I ended up walking a half kilometre to a nice pool where I came across a rather distressing site.
Chops For Free?
A lamb had managed to get its head stuck in a fence and could not free itself. When I walked close it would immediately start twisting frantically trying to get away – it was obviously in a bit of distress. I tried to help it but alas its little horns were getting in the way and to be honest I was thinking the longer I spent with it the more panicky it was getting – its neck was already a bit sore and red looking from its twisting and turning – it was also chocking itself with its writhing. I was a bit unsure as to what to do – I mean I knew I had to do something. Its plaintive little “Meaaaaaa” was enough to fire me into action.
Usually I see lots of farmers buzzing around on their quad bikes but I had not seen any. I decided that if I could get word to the bailiff he could let the farmer know as he stays local. A quick telephone to the PR man of UCAPA should do it and this I duly did. Unfortunately the bailiff was off on other business so I took calls from people trying to work out where I was – eventually I got a particularly disgruntled police officer who phoned me to try and sort it all out. I was informed he would get in contact with some of his colleagues who knew the area to let the relevant farmer know.
By the time I finished fishing the lamb was still trapped – it looked ok and I am pretty sure it would be ok if it was freed that day – I think I did just about everything I could have. I met up with Alex later on who had a look at it but like me he had no joy in trying to free it. As it is the lamb’s fate has been haunting me – I doubt it would last the night if a fox got wind of it. A strong pair of wire cutters would free it, Alex and I decided, however he then pointed out so would cutting its head off which would be a lot less hassle for the farmer.
I hope it is now free and, err, happy!
I managed to do quite well actually – raising a few to the dry fly and a few to the dropper as well – yes, I have decided on an uneasy truce with the dry and dropper technique although still do not do as well as Alex (he appears to be on fire this season)
I caught a few of the stocked trout as well, they are nice and plump although do not put up too much of a fight – I led this one around a pool like a dog on a leash before unhooking it in the net.
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.
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.
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…
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.
[tags]new zealand dropper,torn breathable waders,river clyde,orvis waders,vision endurance,vision extreme [/tags]
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.
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!
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…..