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A quick sneak out….

Wednesday, November 26th, 2008

I think I mentioned that I was supposed to be doing some real work and I sort of pencilled in Monday and a bit of Tuesday to do so. Well, that was the plan but Monday was a bit of a write off. I had just turned the computer on and checked the emails. I had one in from Ray about fly selections for our NZ trip. I didn’t really think too much about it and got to work with the job in hand but I don’t know if you are the same but when you start thinking about other things you just have to stop what you are doing for a bit. To be truthful I was thinking about the flies Ray had mentioned and I thought I better tie a few. I find I do my best tying when I am really in the mood and this was one of those cases. I sat down and tied a couple of dozen nymphs in varying sizes and was overall pretty pleased. I started with the original job and the phone went. It was Jim. I like talking to Jim as we always end up talking about loads and it is always usually about fishing…actually it is nearly always fishing related. He is a bit of a computer whizz too and he is a great person to get some help from. He also makes the best furled leaders around. I spent an enjoyable 25 minutes chatting and sat down again. I think I wrote a sentance and the phone went again. It was Brett, he had phoned to tell me about his tarpon fishing trip. Sounds like he had some monsters. The largest landed was 134lb and jumped one huge fish that the guide reckons pushed 200lbs. It sounds like the fish were brutal and three rods got broken!

I popped the phone down from him and couldn’t stop thinking about the tarpon and fishing holidays….best I tie a few more flies for NZ then. I made myself some late lunch and Mark called up. It was one of those “what are you doing tomorrow” calls. I was looking after Charlie and said I would be taking her in to school. I had one of those lightbulb moments “how about you meet me at home and we drop Charlie off and swing by Exeter canal for a couple of hours. The plan was set.

I didn’t really get a lot done but it was a productive day for other, nicer reasons instead. The fishing wasn’t outstanding yesterday but Mark had a fish, I didn’t. We had a nice lunch at a pub by the water and sat outside. All in all it was very civilised! We even bumped into Paul while we got our day tickets. His wife was at the dentist and he had offered to take her in but I think I know the real reason. He was stocking up on fly tying stuff.

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Sometimes it’s an easy choice

Saturday, November 22nd, 2008

I had some plans to get paperwork and words for the site sorted for wednesday but I got a call from Toby saying that despite conditions being far from perfect that he had a few pike biting up his way and was planning to go the next day. Did I fancy coming? I like calls like this. You are sitting thinking about the job at hand but something much more interesting comes along and it only means that things get shoved back for a day so it wasn’t a big deal. In the grand scheme I could run around saying “I’m too busy” but I’m never too busy to wet a line.

 It wouldn’t be a pike trip without Mark so he came to mine nice and early and once I had inspected his fare we headed off. By fare I mean what goodies had he brought for the journey. Chocolate covered brazils did the job perfectly and we tucked in. Emma always says she knows when we have been on a good trip by the amount of chocolate wrappers that are on the floor of my truck.

We met up with Toby and he took us to where things had happened for him the day before. The water, as he had said, was far from perfect but it didn’t matter, it was good to be out on what turned out to be a stunning day. Toby had an early pull and I had moved down to where I saw a few small fish moving. I too got an early pull but nothing more. We did a fair bit of walking and just fished likely looking holes. We noticed the wind had shifted a bit and decided to try another venue. This gave Mark and I the chance to have another quick snack. I would reccommend Ripples, they are easy to eat on the move and you don’t get out of the car with a chocolate blanket on your lap. Sadly this makes the close relative of Ripples, Flakes not practicle for these purposes but incidently they do make a good post fish treat.

Toby was a perfect host and really looked after us. The fishing wasn’t stunning but we had a few and it was fun.

On Friday Bob, Mark and myself heading off for our first aid course. Ours had lapsed recently so we went for a 6 hour course and learnt loads. We weren’t the only people there but kept the others amused and Mark had us all laughing with his questions. Bob had been fearing how the two of us would behave and as a whole we were really good boys! Bob has a thing about gadgets and I could see his eyes light up when they showed us how to operate a defibrillator!

Next week…more grayling

Toby relaxing……

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Trying so hard to be cool but not really pulling it off….

Saturday, November 15th, 2008

Mark and I popped down to the Taw the other day to see if we could watch some salmon make their way upstream. We timed it right and saw a few. The interesting thing was that the flow of water moving under the bridge was too great and it was halting progress. The cool thing was that there was a leat that provided an alternative route and the fish had sussed it out pretty quickly and headed this way. It was still hard work and we saw a few make and a lot not do so. The funny thing was that I started shrieking with excitement every time we saw one. I guess it just got to me to see what dogged determination these fish had and that nothing was going to stop them in achieving what they had set out to do on their long journey. I am sure there is probably a metaphor for life in there somewhere and to some same degree this true for the fish. I popped down again yesterday with Charlie and the pair of us were equally excited but when as a 16 year old it is not really the done thing. If I ever lose this sort of excitedness about fish or fishing it is time to hang up the rod.

I met up with Richard on Thursday who is a newcomer to fly fishing and he took to it just fine. He is one of these guys that you say “stop the rod just a little higher” to and it is done perfectly, he had the line sailing out with no worries at all. The lesson was a gift from his son and I think he will be doing a bit more. He had two pals along watching who do a bit of fishing and they are already planning trips out. He had a few fish and took one home for dinner.  With Richard being a butcher I am hoping to do a bit of bartering with fresh fish against his sausages!

Today, I had a great fly casting lesson with Nigel. I am just a tiny bit jealous of him as he is off to the Seychelles in a couple of weeks, I say a tiny bit as I am off to Mexico the week after! Nigel wanted to add a bit of distance to his casting and to tidy things up a bit. He was soon hauling really sweetly and we added extra stroke length to his cast with drift and also covered a few extra things to make life a whole lot easier on the flats. He had an 8,9 and a brutal 12 weight rod to throw big flies at giant trevally. Hopefully he gets a few. Fingers crossed for you Nigel!

One of the interesting things was that we did the early stuff with yarn on the end of the line but when you are heading out for “real world” fishing that things can be different. I often like to snip the hook off a fly which we did with a clouser to see if the stuff we had covered would work in a real fishing situation. I know Devon is not the Seychelles but with a bit of imagination…. Anyway, I am pleased to say it was the case and Nigel hit the same distances with the fly attached and landed the fly gently on the water. It was really good fun pulling the fly in before recasting as the fish were all over the fly…I must remember a chartruese and white clouser for next weeks lessons!

I plan on spooling up my new reel for Mexico tomorrow. I am using a 6wt for as much as possible but will pack an 8 and 9 wt for heavier wind and permit. Flies are pretty much ready and the excited meter has just been turned up a notch too!

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Here come the girls…I mean the ladies

Thursday, November 6th, 2008

It is amazing that even after all this time I tend to wake up an excited little bunny at the prospect of a day on the water. I had set the alarm for 6.15 am but was awake from just before 6 so thought I’d get going a bit earlier. Those who know me know that I tend to be early and if it is fishing related this is always the case. There’s nothing wrong with being excited is there?! 

I headed off with a bit of a heavy sky and as I headed into chalk stream territory the sky got heavier still with, at times, more than a hint of drizzle. As I got nearer though the sky had lifted. I stopped and picked up a coffee and a snack and went off to wait for my mate Paul in a pub car park. He has fished here before with me so knew where to go. As I pulled up I looked and I was 1/2 hour early. I drank my coffee and started to get my waders on as the car park is right by the river and I thought it would be rude not have a quick fish while I was waiting. Silly me, Paul is as keen as me and I hadn’t even got my waders on when a car pulled up and a quick “hello bud”  came from the car window. I quickly finished getting my waders on and jumped in my truck and we headed to where we were going to start fishing.

 I thought it would be nice to start where we finished last time and Paul elected to go for a couple of nymphs to start with and a 10ft rod. I had my ever faithful 8ft 8″ 4wt fly rod with the scruffy klink and pheasant tail hung 3 ft below. I walked down with Paul as it is always nice to see a friend get off the mark. He did this very quickly and I headed just a little bit upstream to a bend where I thought I would fish slowly as he worked up and then I’d take him to another spot.

It was still early and as I stepped down towards the water I got a pleasant surprise as there were fish hitting duns. I had stumbled across a nice little rise and I planned to take advantage of it! I kept the nymph on but having had a few on the dry quickly snipped it off. There is nothing like catching fish early in the morning in November on dries! A gentleman walking his dog stopped and watched me land 5 fish. It turned out he is a salmon fisher and I asked him to mention to Paul that there were plenty of rising fish where I was fishing. He was doing just fine though and had emptied the pool behind. The hatch sort of went in 2 waves with a small gap in between and Paul caught up with me as the second wave started. I offered Paul a crack and after tying on a dry he had a few! I don’t think I had moved more than 5 feet and the fishing had been amazing.

Next we headed up to a bridge where there is a dip in the river and it can hold some huge fish. Sadly the river was carrying just a tiny bit of colour and spotting in deeper water was a bit of a no goer. I suggested we head up stream a little bit where the river was a little wider and we could fish together. This spot is a little shallower and being knee deep I thought there was a good chance of bringing fish up for the dry. As Paul is a left hander it worked perfectly as I took the right bank looking down stream and Paul the left. We sort of shared the middle of the river but kept accusing each other of poaching each others sides!

We continued to catch at a pretty consistent rate and I had some swans up stream of me that were feasting on weed but appeared to put fish my side down. I decided to go back to hanging a nymph off of the dry and popped a size 16 pheasant tailed nymph. My thinking that the fish may take a look at any nymphs dislodged by the swans ahead of me. It seemed to work pretty well and I felt like I was fishing the nymph more than the dry. It was interesting to see a few refusals to the dry and Paul had mentioned that he ties his dry on with a more conventional dropper set up as he fears the nylon from dry to nymph can put the fish off of taking the dry. I have to say this hasn’t been too much of a problem on our fast waters back home and I will usually start a days guiding in this manner but on a slower more even flow of a chalkstream the fish have more time to inspect our offering. It made perfect sense.

Sport was awesome although I kept getting ribbed about having the better side of the river but I’m  not so sure about this. Whenever Paul was moaning he seemed to be pulling in another fish!

We had no idea how many we caught, we didn’t really care, neither of us are fish counters but it was one of those days that was just perfect. Paul is one of the best fishermen I know and it is always a pleasure to wet a line with him…great day mate!

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Red and pink….

Thursday, October 30th, 2008

I’ve been busy tying up pink bugs for the upcoming grayling trips. I sort of stumbled on the colouration by my lack of a subtle shade of pink in my fly tying kit. The funny thing was that the grayling loved it. This is a shocking pink the sort of thing that makes you think “naaaaah, no way” but it works and works really well!

As ever with my fly tying it is simplicity more than anything else with a lead wire under body, clear back and 5lb mono as the ribbing. I have tied it as big as a size 8 and a little bit smaller too. Dependent on water height an conditions I’ll throw it under a dry or grease up the end of the leader and watch for the line to dart forward as a fish falls for it.

I don’t know if it is me but it feels pretty cold today. The wind is blowing and it feels miserable. I thought of warmer climes when Nigel phoned this afternoon to book a fly casting lesson and told me about his trip to the Seychelles in December. Sounds like he’ll be having a look for GT’s and wants to throw his fly just a little bit further.

I popped up to London yesterday and was amazed to see snow had fallen. Surrey had a hint of Siberia (OK just a little bit) about it and reminded me of how things are changing globally but also in our tiny little world we call fly fishing. The Russians are coming! I noticed it in London yesterday but also at a trade fair a few months back. It was held in Amsterdam and there was a good smattering of folk from across Europe but I bumped into some Russians too. Hardly surprsingly they spoke very good English (they probably write better English than me too!) and they could cast a bit too. I had a cast with a couple of them and they were pretty good. One of them had just passed his European Fly Casting Exam and the other was interested in coming to see what AAPGAI was all about. Apparently there are not a lot of fly fishermen there at the moment but things are changing as the locals are getting in to sport fishing as opposed to fishing for the pot by whatever means is required. Russia has long been a destination for travelling anglers but as the local economy has continued to grow more are taking it up.

We loaded up my truck and strapped a glass cabinet onto the roof to take up to Howard for the BFFI this weekend. I managed to get it there in one piece and Howard will take it the rest of the way. Sounds like there will be a good group going and please pop by and say Hi if you are there.

Lastly, I didn’t get a chance to fish with Jo on his stretch of the Exe this year but he dropped me a mail today and had 7 salmon this year….excellent work and see you Sunday!

Just about at the end….

Wednesday, October 15th, 2008

It feels like I have been trying to mark the end of the brown trout season for about 3 weeks now. I managed to get out just before the close of the river season down here with a wonderful day up on the Moors followed by a trip onto my beloved Taw. On Sunday the brown trout lakes shut and so Mark and I popped up to Fernworthy to have a go for some trout there and to take some photos for the new website. I rigged up with my typical brown trout lake set up of intermediate line and black tadpole. I was a little shamed by Mark as he carefully tied on a dry. We decided to walk a bit and take in a beautiful day. We worked the bank that was out of the sunlight and came across a few rising fish. Being a gentleman (more like I had the wrong set up!) I offered Mark a shot at them and he efficiently picked out 3 fish. It was tricky fishing as there was limited back cast room. We walked and fished a fair bit but it was really nice to be out there on such a nice day. We also bumped into a few other anglers which was nice.

Yesterday I headed up for some chalkstream fishing. The river season for browns on chalkstreams closes today and I wanted to meet up with Ray to see in the close and to plan our trip to NZ. I say plan, we had a quick sandwich and decided to head for Christchurch where Ray has made contact with a well known guide there and fish around there for 5 days and then head south and fish for that area for 5 days. It is only a 10 day trip so we plan to maximise fishing and come back exhausted…I can’t wait!

The fishing was amazing yesterday. I got into the river and made a few casts with a dry (the usual scruffy klink) and picked up a nice brown. I moved up a bit and fished a “pool” just below a footbridge where I could sight cast to fish. It was nice to see the reaction of the fish to the fly and I watched with interest several refusals. There was a nice hatch of smallish olives in progress and I decided to scale things down a bit and tied a similar, smaller fly with a lighter hackle and watched similar results. This time I popped on a black klinkhammer with silver ribbing in size 20. This time no refusals and they were liking what they saw. Ray had left a message, the fishing had been too good to answer the phone, and when he turned up just over an hour later I had moved just 20 feet. When we broke for lunch I think we had moved about 60 feet or so. Ray had to leave about 2 ish so we headed downstream and worked our way back up. When he left I still had plenty of water to fish so I decided to see if the fish still wanted smaller still and tied on a size 24 klinkhammer I had tied earlier in the year. I was really pleased to see that it did work pretty well despite the lack of hatch at this time. I headed upstream further and I hooked a nice brown of 12 inches. I released it, snipped off my fly and said to myself that it was perfect point to end my river season for browns. Its nice when things like that happen, I didn’t feel the need to carry on for the sake of numbers; it just felt right to stop there. I guess it is now time to think about some grayling now….

We are busy getting ready for the Tackle and Guns show this week. It is a show for the trade to see what will be on offer for the 2009 season. It is always nice to meet up with people in the industry and show each other our latest offerings. We will be taking new rods from Scott including the new A3 and additions to the S4 range including a new 10ft 7wt. We have Jeff from Abel over who will be on our booth with some new goodies. We are also very excited that we have been asked to be the UK distributor of St Croix fly rods. We felt these rods fitted in perfectly with Scott from a pricing view as they don’t really overlap but they also fit in with our view of sourcing products that are built by fishermen for fishermen at a fair price. The rods, as with Scott, are built in the US and come from a company that has a heritage of rod building. I have been using and teaching with one of their rods of late and am really impressed. Jeff is with us for a few days so I am hoping to take him in search of some grayling!

It was sad to hear of the passing of Mel Krieger. I doubt there isn’t an instructor out there who doesn’t own a copy of The Essence of Fly Casting. It is a great book that explains the mechanics of casting in a clear and concise manner. He will be greatly missed.

Weighty or not….

Tuesday, October 7th, 2008

I was just tying a few flies ready for the grayling and had knocked up a couple of blue winged olive nymphs. They are nothing really special but as I was tying them I thought of the hatch Champo and I witnessed a little earlier in the year. It was interesting as his dun pattern was completely outfished by my scruffy, I mean really scruffy klink which caught the fish as they were picking off the flies as they emerged. It was probably the case that my fly just caught the hatch at the early stage but it made us laugh anyway. It in turn got me thinking about a similar hatch Ray and I fished through on the Frying Pan a couple of years back. He was actually fishing an unweighted emerger pattern and was happily picking up fish. When I got back I tied up a few and never really got round to using them but the time with Champo brought them back to my mind again. The reason for this is that when I fish nymphs, as a whole, I fish them with a bead head. Nothing clever behind it just that if there are no risers theres a good chance the fish will be sitting down on the bottom waiting for something to happen. All the bead does is get me down to them a bit quicker. What about the time when the hatch is starting to get going though and the fish already aware of the flies ascending to the surface and starting to get interested? A bead head below the dry would work just fine but for real, just sub-surface presentation when we are starting to see them bulge below the surface would an unweighted nymph do a good job? I’ve played with it a bit this year and seems to be a pretty fair bet. I know its not new or revolutionary but how often are you using a weighted nymph compared to unweighted and what is the ratio of weighted nymphs in your fly box? I’d be really interested to know? If you catch a BWO hatch hang an unweighted fly off the back and see what happens. I tie mine in a variety of shades from hares ear to light olive to darker olive with a wire rib. The only thing I add is either a black wing case from a pheasant tail or just some black dubbing. When a nymph is about to emerge the wingcase is a lot darker in colour. Do the fish know? I don’t really know but it is a nice, neat way of finishing things off. As I mentioned before Ray is a huge fan of this and will often fish a really lightly ginked up pheasant tail and he puts it to good effect HERE.

Spookily enough I have jusy got off the phone with Champo and we had just had a discussion about it and we are going to play with unweighted nymphs a bit more next year!

Mark is really getting the hots for fly fishing for pike now the river season is over and has been creeping up to Chew on a regular basis. The man knows more about pike than most of us ever will! Anyway, I thought I’d pop this piccie up of him when we both went a few weeks back. The rain and wind had driven the trout anglers off of the water at lunchtime but there were two idiots that stuck it out… Fair weather fishermen?….Never!

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Saturday, October 4th, 2008

I headed up to guide on the chalk yesterday. I had been watching the weather and use a website that is supposed to give an accurate reading and having watched it throughout the summer I have learnt to do the opposite to what the forecast says. Again this was the case and although the wind was blowing a bit the sky was clear and we even had some fish on dries which was a nice surpise.

Mark and I were going to go to do some fishing tomorrow but it looks like the wind and rain will be against us. That’s me looking out of the window rather than using the website I was telling you about. You never know, if it looks OK tomorrow we might give it a go, we’ll see.

Speaking to Chris today made me think of better weather. He has booked a fly casting lesson with us as he has a friend in the U.S who he meets up with and they go chasing False Albacore. I have been lucky enough to catch some of these members of the tuna family and although I was on a bone fish trip it stole the show for me. Seeing a bait ball explode as they are being savaged by these fish really gets the heart pumping and requires you to keep everything together as you send your fly into the action. If you manage to hook up you better hold on but if you spend too long false casting they have gone! This is the brief Chris gave me that he wants to learn to deliver his fly as quickly and effectively as he can. Sounds like a fun day in prospect and will remind me of warmer climes…I just have to hang in there til December….

We have had some nice messages of late a few of which are below:

Pete,

just wanted to let you know what a great day I had yesterday. Everything from Mark to the teaching and venue was really awesome.

Simon

Hello Pete

please will you say a big thank you to Mark, Graham, Jaqui, Emma and Charlie for making our day so enjoyable. They couldn’t have made it more fun and everyone had a wonderful time.

Thanks again

Annie and Richard

Hi Pete,

once again thanks for a cracking day. I have not enjoyed myself on a days fishing trip in many a year!

Dave

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Thanks to Emma

Tuesday, September 30th, 2008

Well, as the river season has come to and end today I have at last had a chance to sit down and write a new blog. It has been a little frantic of late but as ever a heap of fun. Last Tuesday I was on the Culm with Stephen. It was one of the first cooler nights we had and so it took a little bit of sun to finally get things going and as ever the Culm worked us hard but Stephen was up to the challenge!

Wednesday I took out Ann who is a newcomer to fly fishing. Her husband John is a mad keen fly fisher and she is looking to join him on a few of his fishing trips. I took her down to the lake where she was throwing a nice line in no time and we had some real fun catching our rainbows with a mix of flies including Chernobyl Ants. Whilst Ann was busy on our lake Mark took John down to the river and pointed him in the direction of a few wild browns.

On Thursday I met up with Rupert on the Bray. Rupert is an experienced angler and again it took a little bit of time to warm up but he hammered some browns on dries but we also came across a fair few salmon that were holding up. We spent some time sight casting to them but sadly we couldn’t get them to bite. At one stage he was casting to a small pod of sea trout and a really nice salmon while I hid in a bush shouting directions to him. I watched a fly pass right in front of a salmon but it just wouldn’t have it!

I had decided to take Friday off as I wouldn’t be able to fish the close season and headed up to the Moors. I started a little too early but by 11 the fish were jumping all over the fly. I had a look at the West Dart and headed over to Cherry Brook where I found a nice new spot. It was tiny but hugely entertaining. On the way back I thought I should pop into the Taw for a quick look and had an enjoyable hour or so until I got out. I had snipped off my fly as my season had ended and I clambered up the bank a contented angler. I was walking along the field and had gently been waggling my rod behind me when it dawned on me that the rod felt stiffer than normal. It hadn’t changed action, I had lost the top section! I’m not sure what happened but it had come off. I thought I might have caught it on some foliage getting out but didn’t see it anywhere. I spent an hour looking but no sign. I have been using my little Scott 2 wt just about everywhere but couldn’t see it. I was distraught and told Emma what had happened. We decided to go back and look next morning. Thankfully Emma spotted it within 5 minutes and I was a very happy bunny! Emma, you’re the best!

At the weekend we teamed up with South West Lakes Trust for a day of fly fishing and fly fishing from a kayak at Roadford. We had the full team out to offer tuition for fly casting and Alex provided all the tips for aspiring kayakers. The highlights were Bob’s demo showing what happens if you were to fall out of a kayak wearing waders and Champos cooking demo. We even had some trout sushi from a trout I’d caught that morning. There was also a draw and we had offered a brand new Emotion Fishing Kayak as the prize. The weather was stunning and it all went off really well.

Monday I took Dave for a day of guided fly fishing and I will never forget the look on his face as he hooked into something that must have been a lively sea trout it came off but had us both laughing. We also found a pod of them a little later that sent him into overdrive! We then headed off to another venue for some real small stream stuff which he excelled at and was a perfect end to the day!

I was due to be on the river with Jim today but we decided that the weather was going to be against us so we’ll be heading off after grayling shortly. He was coming from Bath and it seemed a bit far to offer a miserable day, I’d much rather try and make the whole experience a memorable one for all the right reasons! I’m up country to the end of the week for some guiding and looks like we might have some more settled weather.

Champo has been going great guns on the Tamar for us and has been putting a dent in the migratory fish! Theres still a few days left there so if I get a chance I might try and pop down.

Although it has been a great time there have been a couple of highlights. Both of them involve Charlie my daughter. When I got home on Wednesday night she asked if she could do some casting in the garden with me. This was a real joy! Apparently when I was in Scotland she had helped out with Richard Sharpes birthday group by offering drinks and helping out generally but she had been watching the tuition and at the end of the day asked to have a go. She did really well and caught the most fish of the day and under Mark’s tutelage she got going in no time. This was certainly the case when we had a throw and she was double hauling after a short time. We spent a good hour and a half of solid casting which was a dream come true but things were to get better. When we decided to look for my rod tip on Saturday morning she asked if she could go fishing for a bit. I couldn’t believe my ears! I have always wanted her to come fishing and she has on a few occasions but more as company than as a fisherman. This time though I was in “work” mode and guiding her on the river!! Although early, she managed to rise a few fish on a dry and I think she might just be getting the bug. It is easy to try and force your passion on to your children but this often doesn’t work but by just leaving things a bit you are in with chance…you never know she might just come to Colorado next year!!

Lots more happening, more of which soon……

Deveron Diary

Tuesday, September 23rd, 2008

I got back yesterday and must apologise for the lack of reports. The simple reason is that I was out on the water for as long as possible. We were up for breakfast at 8 and hit the water and then fished through til 7 where dinner was 7.30. By the time I had eaten it was time to hit the sack ready for another days fishing!

I’d love to say the fishing was outstanding but the weather played a very large part. We had quite a lot of rain and this would bring up and colour the water and then the water was left with a dark peaty tinge that took a while to clear through. The conditions were almost good on Saturday but there was still some colour and our beat and the next 2 beats up from us didn’t touch a fish which gave us quite a big clue. Being so low on the system is pretty cool but when you have high water to the extent we have had this season means the fish will push through pretty quickly. I would suspect the fishery we fish had not such a prolific season but the river as a whole had a good one. The end of season reports will be interesting.

There were some exciting moments one of which was for me when I fished the first run the salmon would encounter in from the sea. I fished all the way through the head of the pool as fish will rest having moved through it and got a really good take. On lifting whatever I had hooked headed off for sea again and emptied my spool at an alarming rate. The run was too big and aggressive to walk through so all that was left was for me to try and gain back some line. I managed to get a chunk of line back on the spool but I got wrapped and never saw what I was attached to. It was truly exciting and just a glimpse would have been nice but things like this just make it a great fishing story. There have been suggestions that it could have been A) a seal B) a tyre or C) a body…I’m sticking to a fish but I would, wouldn’t I?!!

I stuck with a fly when the spinner was a better option but I was rewarded with a 5lb grilse and was really pleased. It was one of the afternoons where Gilbert and Michael went in search of culture feeling the river wasn’t really fishable and Liz and I stuck it out. She managed a couple of salmon and it goes to show you sometimes get a reward for sticking things out!

One of the salmon Liz caught is below that went off to fight another day…

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