Had a mammoth session yesterday- however modesty forces me to keep this a short and sharp post. An afternoon session on the Kelvin with a couple of trout under my belt and then an evening session down on my other favourite river (or rather part of river)
Needless to say, the Kelvin session was a rather nice warm up to a great evening session. Lots of trout caught on sedges- loving it!
The silt in the Kelvin is now clear, I have been threatening to leave for a session since around 1pm but have now decided to wait until later as it is roasting hot.
I will update on my evening session later
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We had lots of thunder and lightening yesterday morning with lots of rain. I was not sure if the Kelvin was going to be out of action but met Alex down there anyway. Turned out the water did have a colour to it, certainly could not see the bottom, possibly just a little higher than usual. I did not realise we were about to have a great session.
I tackled up and started fishing before Alex made his rather dramatic arrival of climbing over a fence, giving a cheery wave and then falling head over heels down the bank amongst the vegetation. Next time he arrives I will have my camera poised just in case, probably win 10 bucks in the local rag for a picture like that.
We did ok during the day picking up that odd fish here and there, not too hot. I picked up a nice trout from some pocket water after missing a trout at sanitary towel pool (so called becauseâ€¦.oh never mind).
The real action started as soon as it got a little darker, we were both considering going home, Alex had lost his mobile phone and was going to look for it before it got too dark and I was thinking that nothing was going to happen because the conditions were poor. As we were walking up to where we cross the river I noticed a trout on the other side, we decided I would go after that trout and Alex would walk up the river. What followed was the most enjoyable dry fly session in a good while on the Kelvin.
At the far bank trout were sipping down flies, I decided they were taking Yellow Mays emergers as they were splashing at them dancing on the surface before breaking free. In a deep very slow run of around 30 yards I must have picked up around 5-6 nice trout. Every now and then I looked up to See Alex at the head of the pool into another trout as well, good looking ones too. I was a little envious as he was at some faster water which would make it a little easier as the trout would not have as long to inspect his fly. Turned out he was getting all his trout on a nymph.
As we packed up we spoke about how good a session it had been, by this point I was now wounded after banging by shin against a boulder so was doing it whilst limping around saying ow a lot.
Oh and Alexâ€™s mobile turned up, it was in his net attached to his back. It must have fallen in there when he was taking a leak. I wonder what he would have done if he had caught a trout of a few pounds and then seen the mobile dangling just above the water, the trout about to be lost due to trying to get the phone out the net – probably let the insurance kick in I would imagine- its only a phone.
So the other night I went fishing with Alex for an evening session. I was sitting on the bus (the number 16) when I got a text â€œget here quick, trout everywhereâ€ or something like that. Seeing as how I could not get the bus to go any quicker I browsed through my flies for a correct choice of fluff to the bemusement of commuters and grannies going to bingo. As soon as I got to the river all action stopped and it was to be the start of a night skewed in Alexâ€™s favour. I mean, I caught trout, some nice trout actually, just not as many as Alex had on or in fact lost.
We fished a pool where you are pretty much guaranteed a trout, Alex had around 6 and I caught nought, we were using the same flies AND Alex was handicapped by a gammy leg from football.
Still nice, just one of those nights I suppose.
I am now off on holiday for a week, Claire is unfortunately on nightshift all week so I have been filling up each day with places to fish and people to meet, rather considerately I felt but she says I have been selfish, you just cannae win sometimes!
I see Mike is having similar problems with his brother who outfished us all the other day, while we were busy in our walky talkies asking if anyone had seen any trout he was lazily saying “…just putting back my 5th half pounder” (it could have been more but I wouldnt want to swell his head even more)
So it had been a roasting hot day. My wife and I had a hectic day rushing about; it got to around 8pm so I decided to go fishing. Alas as soon as I went out the door I could tell there was something a little different in the air, it was a lot colder. Still, I was hoping that the trout might have been turned on to the sedges the same way they were turned on the night before but a proper hatch did not materialise.
I ended up spending a fair old time at this little spot trying to tempt some rising fish, I found that I was deceived as they were mostly those wee sea trout that have been stocked.
Eventually I managed to hook what feels like my first brown trout in ages from this part of the Kelvin. I thought at first it was a lot bigger however before realising it was foul hooked in the back, it made for an interesting fight and thankfully the hook came out easier. Mike, a guy I fish with uses barbless hooks all the time; however I just seem to use them when I remember to flatten the barb. Would be interested to know just how many of you use them.
Oh and donâ€™t forget the caption competition, mind that anyone can enter, just choose a photo and write a caption, jiggery pockery with Photoshop is allowed but not mandatory. Read this post here for more details.
So Emmanuelle and I met Mike and Steve on our other river for a spot of evening action from around 6pm onwards.
We got off to a slow start with only a couple of smaller trout caught, however Steve powered ahead picking up trout consistently on a deer hair Sedge.
Emmanuelle caught this corker of a brown trout on a size 14 olive parachute from a special little pool that we discovered. If Mike had not been around with his net it may have managed to escape the camera. We are still pretty unsure of the weight; it went from 2lb to 3lb, leave a comment if you are good at guessing weights?
For some reason even though we knew Steven was picking up trout all day on a sedge we did not change to one until much later on when it started getting a little darker. Possibly dues to over confidence in the one fly- more probable bloody mindedness.
This was my first proper trout of the evening at around 2200.
I cast up a tiny little riffle and kept just going a little too far to the left. I think I did this 4 times. When I corrected myself and managed to get the drift down the middle of the flow the trout took first time. That was when the fun began. I knew this trout was going to need the net as there was a big riffle behind me going into a new pool. Also it gave a rather spectacular jump. I reached up behind me to pull the net away from the magnetic release on my waistcoat and nothing happened, it just stayed stuck. At this point the trout decided to go down for a spot of sightseeing after all, shooting past me and rolling around in the pool behind. I scrambled over some rocks and behind a bush, still pulling frantically on the magnetic release, still it would not come away. Turns out I had attached the magnetic release completely wrongly so no amount of pulling would have solved my problem. As it was the trout was now laying quietly in some slack water as it had wrapped itself in nylon. After a couple of quick photos I held it in the water, after a tense couple of mins it gave an indignant kick and was off.
Tattered Fly has went through a relaunch with a diffierent layout. Lovely site and quotes me for his inspiration.
usually I just inspire people to the booze bottle so that is a plus
Greetings, people who have just read The Herald. I have not actually read the article regarding the Kelvin yet but just in case I came across like a trumpet I thought I would post this first.
Anyway,some background, I have been fly fishing on the Kelvin for a number of years now and call it my â€œhomeâ€ river. That is not to say I donâ€™t fish other rivers because I do, however I consider The Kelvin overlooked by serious anglers as it is classed as â€œa shite holeâ€. It is in fact a very nice little stream, full of trout with increasing runs of Salmon and Sea Trout. Nevertheless, this resource is in threat. It is in threat every day due to possible pollution and over fishing. I for instance never actually kill trout out of the Kelvin but adhere to a catch and release policy. A famous angler once said that a trout is too nice to be caught just once and when I realease a trout I reminded of David Seybold in â€œWaters Swift and Stillâ€
â€ The boy reached into the net and cleared the hook and leader from the trout and lowered the net back into the water. â€˜ Thank youâ€™, said the boy. â€˜Thank you very much. I hope you live forever. â€
I know people do kill trout from the Kelvin but I dont have to agree with it- always remember these are my own opinions
If this is your first time here go and make yourself a cup of tea and then come back and settle down for a wee read. This part of my website is called a blog, Wiki defines a blog as being:
â€¦a website where regular entries are made (such as in a journal or diary) and presented in reverse chronological order. Blogs often offer commentary or news on a particular subject, such as food, politics, or local news; some function as more personal online diaries. A typical blog combines text, images, and links to other blogs, web pages, and other media related to its topic. Most blogs are primarily textual although many focus on photographs, videos or audio.
It might interest you to know that this is the oldest personal blog dedicated to fly fishing on the net. It is also the most visited part of my site with visitors from as far away as Japan and the US. I have been overcome by the amount of visitors that my blog receives and just a wee bit proud of it. I do get the odd criticism (my grammar is appalling seemingly) but enjoy the banter
On the right hand side of this page at the top of the sidebar you will see a way to access my archives- they are split into months. There are a couple of years of entries; however I have compiled a small selection for you, picked for no other reason than I liked the photographs.
Trout:Awsome to the max
Actions Stations: Dry Fly Attacks
Hot Hot Hot
Not so much an attack more a leisurely stroll
Last fish caught?
A Cracking Hour and a Half Fly Fishing!!
A Perfect Storm (to fish in)
First fish on bamboo!!
I hope that has whetted your appetite. Fly fishing is really quite easy; to fish a river like the Kelvin you will need a suitable rod. A typical river rod should be about 8 feet long rated for a 4/5 weight line….that might seem confusing and it is kind of. Essentially a lighter line is for smaller fish and smaller flies and a high number is for big flies and big fish. 4/5 is nice and in the middle. In my mind there is little point in chucking out a worm as all that is going to happen is juvenile trout will get killed (there are good skillful ways of fishing bait but I prefer the fly). Anyway, fly fishing is not elitist these days as you can pick up rods reels and line dirt cheap, all it takes is a little effort.
Drop me a line over here is my contact page if you like
Ah yes, Scottish weather, one minute it is roasting hot and the next it feels like it could snow. You know what they say, if you donâ€™t like the weather stick around 5 mins it will be sure to changeâ€¦
A nice piece of music to tie flies by….
So I fished for a few hours yesterday and caught nothing. I am beginning to think that the easy to get to sections of the river are gubbed, then again it might have been the conditions. I caught lots of those Sea Trout that were stocked, tiny little two inch long silvers but that was about it.
I have also found that for some reason several large rolls of fibre optic cables have found there way into the river. I noticed one down in the Maryhill area and found another 3 much further upstream, where the heck did they come from? Anyone know anything about them?
The effort that must have went into getting them in the river must have been great, unless they were swept in when th eriver was in spate. Whatever reason, they make the river look an eyesore.
My new wading boots are also gubbed, the sole is starting to come away at the sole. Grrrr