Fishing (other stuff)

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The season started a couple of weeks ago, but despite a trip a week past, I’ve yet to see any consistent hatch activity.

However, for the first time in a couple of years, I’ve done a good batch of fly tying, so I’ll be ready when any fly of any size decides to hatch. Deer hair emergers, snoeshoe emergers and a few other scruffy odds and sods. More than ever, I’m planning to keep things simple this year.

It isn’t exactly Beethoven, but hopefully you’ll get the message.

Reconnect from Mike Tamanawis on Vimeo.

Less than a month until it’s time to reconnect with the flow…

I cleaned out my fishing box this afternoon. It’s a large white Ikea-esque plastic job. I use it as a bin, chucking all potentially-needed gear into it before transfer into the boot of the car. It’s like a travelling fishing wardrobe. Waders, chest pack, spare spools, fly boxes, partially decayed bananas. I’ve found some fascinating biology in it over the years, at all stages from off-fresh to genetically-evolved beyond all comprehension.

Removing the large items from around the box I found a fine layer of various detritus and dust on the bottom. And there in one corner was an upwing spinner, decayed as far as to leave just a paper-thin body shell. Heaven knows during which season it came to find itself there. It might have been an olive upright, but I wasn’t sure. Feeling that warm and slightly intangible connection to the river one still feels when not actually there, I dug out the camera and photographed. I then picked it up, examined it closely, and gave it a gentle tap. It disintigrated into tiny pieces, joining the rest of the dust and detritus in the bottom of the box. I wondered how it had managed to stay in one piece for so long, hidden away from all the random junk that lives in there.

I couldn’t help consider how long it would take for the rest of the box’s contents to reach a similar state of decay, poised between form and dust. Let’s hope at least the shiny aluminium reel has a few years left.

A full 5 years ago (this blog was started barely a few years after Sheffield Wednesday were relegated, it’s that old now) I wrote an overly long and narcissistic post (this is a blog after all) about the ultimate fly tying storage solution. Find the post here for the brave.

Well, and I do love the true randomness of this, I was contacted the other day by someone who’s blog I linked to in that post. She kindly took the time to inform me, and I’m now passing this on, that the Cube can be purchased again online. Find it here. It’s a neat thing actually, although truth be told I’ve since migrated my storage solution to new pastures. May all your Cubes dominate.

…which shouldn’t really be in the Tweed system. Via the BBC:

River Tweed plea to kill humpback pink salmon.

Not sure the whole ‘humpback’ thing was necessary in the title but it does add a certain medieval, get-them-in-the-stocks sort of feel.

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