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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!
I got a call from a farmer in our village. It sort of went along the lines of “you know that bit of stream that I have running through my land?, wanna fish it?”
You can probably guess the answer. We arranged to meet at 7pm as I didn’t have a spare day as work has been a little crazy.
The stream is small, overgrown and hasn’t been fished for quite sometime. The farmer is the only person who has fished it and he hasn’t done that for a while.
I asked him what he used when he last fished it expecting the reply to be a Mepps but I was really pleased to hear that he only fished it with a Tups dry fly.
I had my 7ft 10″ 2wt and on seeing the amount of branches cut my leader right back. This was proper jungle warfare stuff where bow and arrow casts and roll casts would rule.
I tied on a dry to my 5ft leader and followed John downstream. He showed me a few spots that he thought there might be a chance of making a cast, so I did. First cast I drifted a fly just a short distance downstream where a small trout hit it. I missed it.
We got into the spot where John originally wanted me to fish but nothing happened. Next pool though and I had a fish. John watched excitedly as I brought the first fish in followed by another.
This is how the evening went and we packed up when it was too dark to tie on another fly. We lost count of the fish caught but it wasn’t about that.
I can fish it when I like now and with a little bit of pruning it could be a great little bit of fishing.
Keep an eye out for the next issue of Eat, Sleep, Fish in the next few days.
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.
I had the chance to fish a sweet beat on the Taw for salmon on Sunday. The water was pretty low but I figured there may be some resident fish I might be able to stir up. I managed to irritate one in the morning after ripping something nasty through a pool. I gave it a few more casts, rested the pool for a few moments while I tied on something more subtle to see if I’d annoyed the fish enough to make it bite. I hadn’t.
The highlight for me though was that Emma, my wife, had come down for the morning as she wanted to brush up on her Spey Casting. She’s already is a fine Spey caster and prefers to fish a double hander for salmon rather than a single hander for trout. That having been said I have measured her double hauling a single hander to 70 feet which is really impressive. There were was no signs of rustiness and after a couple of warm ups the line was flying out across the pool.
Issue 18 of Eat, Sleep, Fish is now underway and I have really enjoyed loaded and reading the reader submissions we have this month.
I seem to have a really bad case of the fly fishing bug right now. I wake up just as it is getting light and start thinking about the day ahead on the river.
I was due to meet my pal Toby to fish a small stream at 10am. The reason for this was that up until a few days ago it had still been a little chilly early on and getting on the water early didn’t make a lot of sense. Like I say, that was until we had some sun and warm temps too.
I’d been up and at my computer getting the last bits of Eat, Sleep, Fish ready since 6.30am and decided I’d wait until 8ish before I called. It turned out to be 7.45 or 7.47 to be exact. I got his voicemail and left a message. A few minutes later my phone ran and I was soon in my car.
Toby was there just a few minutes before me and we were soon putting our waders on. He said he thought we should just fish dries and I was happy to follow suit.
We walked to the first pool and he gallantly let me have first crack. The water was clear and we both watched the first trout of the day take a look at my fly and eat it.
Tobys ‘glass rod was bent soon after as he had hooked a good fish.
We strolled up the river taking it in turns to have a go at either rising fish or working likely looking water.
We were briefly joined by a pal of Tobys, Mike, who knows the river well. I had met him once before and while we chatted we watched Toby pull out 3 or maybe 4 fish from a run.
The rises were all confident ones that meant some of those early season mistimed strikes were not going to happen. Seeing the fish in crystal clear water helped too.
I’ve no idea how many fish we caught but I think we caught our fair share.
As we got into our cars to leave I have a feeling he may well of headed off to try somewhere else. I hope he did.
I don’t think I am an obsessive person, not even mildly although I worry I show signs of it when fishing. I don’t know if you are the same but when I fish a pool and I either know there is a fish in there, or I can see one I need to work out how to catch and it and can’t leave until I have either got a response from the fish or better still caught it. This can sometimes take some time and friends I fish with often shake their heads and walk off as I pursue my quest.
It happened the other day when I was fishing a stream with a couple of friends Peter and Vince. They had invited me up to fish with them on a tiny, overgrown stream.
The clarity of the water was pretty good and when the sun shone you could see right into the pool. I saw two trout sitting there picking up passing nymph from time to time.
I cast out expecting to catch them. I got a half hearted look from one of the fish but that was it. I changed the way I presented the fly, the pattern, the colour of the bead and a few other things too.
Peter walked up and probably heard me curse a few times as I made what I thought was the perfect drift only for the fly to be ignored. He smiled and walked upstream as I carried on. I wasn’t machine gunning the pool with casts or anything and I made sure I gave the fish a good long rest between casts. They also stayed on station which told me they were perfectly happy.
I had been fishing a 3mm tungsten bead on my nymphs and I felt it had been OK depth wise as the fish had looked at them more than once. I decided as the water had a hint of push to it that I’d go all out for some heavy gear and tied on a caddis pattern that had two, 3mm tungsten beads on.
I winced slightly when the fly landed at the head of the pool but it didn’t bother the fish and as it passed the two fish I was targetting a small trout came out of nowhere and took the fly. I carefully got it out of the way, released it and cast out again. This time I lifted the heavy nymph as it came to the fish on the left. It took straight away as did the second fish using the same induced method.
I don’t know how long it took but I don’t really care. In hindsight it probably wasn’t obsessive; perhaps I have an inquisitive nature that makes me want to see what makes the trout tick!
Issue 17 of Eat, Sleep, Fish is underway and should be out early May
I had been dying to tie on a dry fly and cast it to a rising trout. I did so the other day when I fished the Usk during what was a pretty cool Large Dark Olive hatch.
One of the first things I asked my host Lee when I tied on my dry was how quickly the fish took. I am used to lightening fast fish on the Taw and have gone from that extreme to the other when fishing for NZ brown trout that seem to take an eternity before you have to strike.
I was pleased that I didn’t stuff any of them but when fishing with a fishing pal James the other day we came across a couple of rising fish. I hit one of them too slow (Usk speed strike?!) and the other too quick. Thankfully James had one of them and hit it like lightening. Good work fella!
You’ll be able to read about the Usk trip in the next issue of Eat, Sleep, Fish
I had an amazing weekend in Denmark with my good friend Ray (the Dude), fishing for sea trout. We also fished with Alexander and his son, both stalwarts of Danish sea trouting.
The weather wasn’t the friendliest and having just looked over the pictures Ray and I look more like reanimated corpses that weren’t that happy at being reanimated. That having been said, the worse the weather got the better the fishing got and so we just butched it out and fished on.
It was a real test of our friendship that we were wading in some pretty cold water and the waders Ray had leant me (I thought it might keep me under my baggage limit to borrow some) leaked. There was no way we were going to pack it in though and it was a memorable trip for many reasons.
You’ll be able to read about it in the next issue of Eat, Sleep, Fish in early May.
I got back Monday and was back on the river for the day with Baden who is new to river fishing. It was the first time in a while that I didn’t rig up for nymphs outright and we even saw a fish rise towards the end of the day.
Perhaps things are turning for the better?
Before you think this is some sort of condition that us fishing guides get from standing in a river all day you needn’t worry. So please feel free to read on.
I can’t work this weekend for obvious weather related reasons. I’m not going to bitch about it, it is early season and these things happen and after the tragic events that have taken place in Looe, a missed day’s fishing seems hardly relevant.
So I have been doing one of my other favourite activities. Sorting out the wood pile. A wood pile is an area that only men really like to frequent, sort of like a lit barbecue.
I’d love to say that I strode out this morning in a flannel shirt, axed down a tree and then split the logs. I didn’t.
We had a delivery of logs from a local farmer and we carefully stacked them for what we thought would be a good season of drying but given how cold it is it looks more likely they might get thrown on the log burner a little sooner.
You’ll see I mentioned “we” when I said stacked. I did the last lot a short time ago and was pretty pleased with my efforts. Emma helped me today and I have to say I was a little nervous as I had already planned how and where I was going to place them but after a little bit of time at The Devon School of Log Stacking she had it sussed.
In case the weather continues in a similar vein as last season it might just be a nice little sideline to the guiding business!