Another weekend, another fishing trip or two.
Saturday I was on some nice water, not far from where I caught a couple of rather special fish last season. This river, well particularly where I fish it, doesn’t give up its secrets very easily. In fact at times it can be incredibly dour, even with fly on the water. Your only company can seem to be the billions of wee parr that attatck anything that goes near them. I watched one little specimin have 3 attempts at eating the same dun. I think he probably achieved in drowning it in the end. Due to the generally poor showing of fish I was back to my usual river investigations. I saw a few really big duns about, and eventually was savaged on the back of the head by one of them. First thought was an early mayfly, but it turns out they were large brook duns. I reckon probably a size 10/12 easily.
I fished up the stretch a few hundred yards, and eventually found a couple of better fish moving. I crept up along the high bank to within a few yards and managed a half decent cast that brought a nice rise. Definitely a better fish it seemed, until he rolled off..
Not much else doing.. weather was variable, but never cold. Spring definitely here in some capacity. A few rainy showers with some sunshine provided the climatic interest.
Sunday and I was a bit closer to home. One of my good pals over in Glasgow is a well known (!) fisher of the Kelvin. He’s a minor celebrity really.. So for my part I have been fishing on a wee urban river in my part of the world. It’s can actually be quite a tricky little stream.. Quite panicky wee fish, no surprise really living in town. I was on the river around lunch to find quite coloured water, with nothing rising. Actually I almost convinced myself there were a few rising fish in one of the pools, but was dissapointed to find the rings were from water drops off the trees..
So I started with my usual (dry) flies, searching the likely water and getting badly tangled in the trees incredibly often. This seemed a little hopeful even for me, so I switched to upstream nymphing, and have to say I had a great time of it. One of my other pals is a dedicated and well known (some may even say famous) upstream nympher, who frequently tells me “it’s really not that difficult” or something to that effect. What I actually think is that he’s better than me, but I shall endevour to practice. Anyway, I began fishing the same water as with the dries, and it wasn’t long until I spotted a take and hooked a fish! Have to say, I was really quite surprised, and even a bit chuffed. Wasn’t long before I manged to land a couple as well, which was a bit of a result.. I’m sure you’ll agree, it was a bonny wee fish, and may one day grow to be a monster.
I’d say he was about average for this stream. I guess most people would say “strewth that’s a small fish” but I tell you, such fish are just great fun to catch on really light tackle in a tangly little burn, especially when trying out a few new tactics.
The best moment of the weekend was yet to come.. I was fishing a nice run further upstream when 3 lads shouted down to me from up the bank, wanting to know if I’d caught, and what I was fishing on. As usual my response was ‘a few wee ones’. They were very keen to see what fly I was on (which is actually great in itself – to see young lads taking up the fly, and not static bait fishing). So I offered them a couple flies, which they seemed quite glad about. They then came down and had a wee natter, which was just fine. I’m sure many people would look at such lads and presume they were out for trouble or to set fire to your car or something, but actually just talking to them a bit it was great to see their obvious enthusiasm for fishing. One of them had apparently “had 12 the day before, including rainbows” (of which there are none in the river), and sometimes fished with gold bead headed flies which “you don’t have to strike with”, which was a new one on me.. Now if I ever had 12 fish in one day on this river…..well let’s say I’d be a happy fellow.
So I talked to them a bit about how I was fishing (they seemed almost desperate to know – I reckon it was all in my fishing hat if anything) and explained the virtues of upstream nymphing, together with how it was quite tricky to get the hold of.. So I demonstrated on the run I was on, and hooked a really nice wee fish of half a pound or so. You couldn’t have written the script really.. a grand moment it has to be said I tried to instill a little hint about how to respect the fish etc etc and how to properly release a trout, but not sure if they were listening by this point.. ach well it was a good laugh.