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Toby and I fished together Friday. When we meet up we often decide how we are going to fish for the day and (usually!) stick to it. I can’t always say it’s easy, especially if the fish aren’t playing ball, then guide in me wants to change things up a little but we do stick to it.
Yesterday Toby said “right, dries only” We were higher up a river and thought it was a pretty fair shout despite the day before with D and JB the dry fly fishing sucked. Having said that the sun was shining and I had some dries I had tied up that I wanted Toby to have a go with.
The water was clear and we could see fish. None were rising but I told Toby the flies I’d tied would bring the fish up. It was a big claim and one I secretly hoped would work.
He cast across to a fish that took a look and while it decided if it was going to eat it a tiny fish came from nowhere and made its decision quicker than the larger one.
Toby carried on and had another. It was my go, I cast into a slight dip against a bank and the fly was taken almost immediately. It wasn’t the snaps I’d seen from early season trout on some other rivers just a good honest, yup, I’ll eat that type of rise.
Early in the season I often miss a few takes and sometimes this early on I am convinced the fish do too. I’m not sure if that is right or not but it makes me feel better about any I do miss.
The fishing was good, the fish in this stream are not big, a 10 incher is a good fish. I love nymph fishing but there is nothing that beats casting a light line rod with just a dry fly and seeing a small, wild brown trout decide the fly you tied over winter did the job you hoped it would.
I spoke to my pal Jim today. We are a month apart in age and after talking through our various aches and pains conversation naturally came on to fishing.
Jim has been a fishing guide for long, long time now but has also taken on gainful employment as brand manager for Vision Fly Fishing. He has worked incredibly hard since taking on the role and the only downside is that it has cut into his fishing time a little. That having been said, as a result of his job he has had offers to fish in some seriously cool places, so there are some big upsides too.
He also said Warren, who he fishes with a lot, has changed his job a fair bit and neither of them are able to hit the river at such short notice as they used to.
We talked a little about how it is fun to fish with a friend, share a rod, some laughs and walk up the river together catching a few fish. Jim had said how he prefers to fish in company. I think part of this is part of how much time we, as guides, spend with someone at our sides and so it sort of becomes second nature and a little weird when we fish on our own.
I know I like to fish this way with my friends. For me it is just as much as spending time with a good friend as the fish we catch, although the concentration kicks in when we see a big fish rising.
One of the things I have found over the years, is to switch off from a professional angler/guide to a pleasure angler when I have a day off. A long while back it wasn’t so easy but now I find it very easy and just go with the flow. I like it.
The other thing I have noticed is how much I am enjoying my fishing. It is probably more than I have ever done before. I find I look for any small window to go cast a fly and even yesterday before work I was on the river catching a few trout just to satisfy what seems to becoming an insatiable appetite for this thing we call fly fishing.
It means these quickly snatched hour or two are often alone but I am getting used to it and really enjoying it. The thing I have noticed is that I talk to myself a little when I make a nice cast, stuff a fish or decide on a change of fly. I guess I must be enjoying my own company!
Anyway, off fishing now hoping to catch the grannom hatch.
Toby and I had been told about a stream that took some finding, involved a hike to get to but would be worth it if we got there.
We managed to find it and forged a path through overgrown scrub that included wading tearing brambles to where we eventually decided to get in and fish. I say eventually as we managed to fight our way through, take a look at what looked like a sweet pool only to look downstream and see what looked like an even sweeter water so we’d walk some more.
The other thing we noticed was the bow waves from the spooked fish that sensed we were about. The water was low, really low. I was starting to think my 2wt line was going to be too heavy.
At last we settled on a spot we both agreed would be good to fish from.
Toby was first up and expertly landed his fly where I would have chosen too. The fish bolted spooked by the fly alighting on the surface of the water.
We saw rising fish in the slower stretches of slighly deeper water but again they would spook at the fly landing on the water. We’d scaled everything down as much as we could but found fishing heads, seams and the water just below the heads of pools the most productive.
We were hidden under a dense canopy of trees that meant I fished without my sunnies. It was probably the longest I have done so but there was just no other way of seeing my flies on the water. Even tying on flies was difficult not just for me but for Toby’s younger eyes too.
Flies were changed when a settled fish refused them but we spent most of the time fishing small midge and caddis patterns and when we hooked fish we did our best to keep them out of the pools to try and avoid putting any other fish down.
We walked and fished a long distance and found the smaller pools and pots gave us a better chance of not spooking fish and when the heat rose some more and the sun hit the water we headed home.
It doesn’t matter what the name of the stream is or where it is. I wouldn’t tell anyway. It was just one of the magical fishing days.
Issue 19 of Eat, Sleep, Fish is now out so we hope you enjoy the read!
This weekend I have been getting the latest issue of Eat, Sleep, Fish ready for next week. There have been some amazing articles this month and it is looking a great issue. Keep an eye out for it next week.
Also after over a year of waiting, my fly tying den is now officially open. We had a bit of a mishap last April when the heavy winds lifted 1 1/2 tonnes of barn roof off of our neighbour’s outbuilding and flew it over 100 meters to send it through the roof of our house. My tying desk took most of the brunt of the devastation and I lost a lot of stuff but today I was able to get up there and tie a few flies to mark the occassion.
I decided to tie something a little different, some Stimulators that I will give a go soon and I know they will come in handy for an upcoming trip.
It is another busy week coming up so it has been good to gather some breath, get the mag ready and try the new tying den out. I like it.
The waders only have a small leak and I have some new ones on order. I have checked the fishing vest and I have everything I need. There is a new leader on my fly line and I have tied to motherlode of flies over winter. Looks like I am ready to go and hit the river. Friday I shall be doing just that in the company of some like minded people I am lucky enough to call friends.
What more do I need? Not a lot really. The weather might suck but I don’t really care. I am just looking forward to fishing the river I love so much and if I am lucky enough I might even catch a fish.
We gather bright and early, have a coffee, swap stories and do some fishing. It is more of a social event more than anything else but I really enjoy it and we all have a few drinks afterwards as well.
If you are out I hope you have a great one and enjoy the day!
We have been working hard on Issue 14 of Eat, Sleep, Fish. Latest news below!
Today, to clear the head a little, Emma and I decided a walk along my beloved Taw was in order. It was a perfect idea and a nice walk.
I love to see the river at times when I can’t fish it and as I walk along it I wonder how some of the features may be just a little different to the previous season. Spots where I know there will be a fish or at least hope there will be a fish may have just changed.
Where we walked is a spot I love to guide but also to fish myself. There is a nice little mix of water that lends itself well to both dry fly and nymph fishing and there are a couple of pools that are good holding spots for both salmon and sea trout too.
As we walked along the beat there was some wind, there always is there, but it would have been on the anglers back. I could imagine a nice little hatch of Large Darks trickling off.
It will be good to get out on the Taw again; I will have to wait a bit though, I don’t mind.
It has been a a while since I wet a line. My timing hasn’t been that great and the tiny windows of opportunity that have appeared have clashed with other things.
It means that I have had a bit of a sabbatical from fly fishing and sometimes that can be good. Not always, but a little break can help you realise how much you love it all and can’t wait to get back in the waders again.
In the run up to Christmas I have been doing some casting tuition and looks like I’ll be doing some more in Jan for those heading off in search of bones. I really enjoy this sort of thing and it heralds the start of preparation for 2013 and for some the start of an exciting new pastime.
In the short term though I’ll just keep checking those river levels for my chance.