It was raining during the night and when I left for the river it was still spitting slightly, it was also overcast and possibly a little muggy – I did not feel the east wind which has been plaguing us for a couple of weeks now. I tried a new spot on the Clyde (on…
Category: River Clyde
May Holiday Madness
So the seasons have decided to totally miss out spring and have just dived straight into summer instead. The day was roasting hot, into the twenties and the Clyde was the venue. I split up from Alex (who caught his obligatory 2lber on the nymph) while I targeted some rising trout on some flat water…
First Trout of the Year – A Rewrite
I decided to rewrite this post after a comment that Tom Chandler left on my last post he stated: Nice fish, though you really need to work on your posts a bit. Admitting that the fish pretty much hooked itself is a violation of the Fly Fishermen’s Writer’s Code, which stipulates that every fish comes…
First Trout of the Year…
Yea, so it was caught on a woolly bugger; however it was snowing intermittently all day and the chances of catching anything on a dry fly was utterly remote. Oh sure, I could have used nymphs but I wanted to see what would grab one of my new olive streamers – it turned out this…
The Tide Turns…
It’s happened, just in the way the rivers rise high in the winter and then low in the summer my thoughts are turning from Pike back to Trout. I am not saying I will be forgetting Pike for the summer – quite the opposite actually I am actually quite looking forward to taking a Pike…
Coming to an end..
So the end of the season is almost upon us, I fished the middle Clyde on Saturday for a few hours – there was plenty of flies on the water but the trout appeared to have other things on their minds. I caught one trout on the nymph, a lovely trout that was very dark…
When Enough….Is Enough !
Arrived at the river around 0830, there was a nip in the air although an occasional blast of sunshine heated me up nicely as I walked along the river bank. I met another angler ambling along the bank towards me – we exchanged pleasantries – it turns out he was going to fish bait –…
Well, if that was the Summer…
If that was the Summer I wonder what the Winter will bring – I am already starting to get geared up for Pike. But more of that laster in the Month. It is a funny old world when you have high expectations about somewhere and they are dashed. Gareth travelled all the way from Wales…