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Tuesday, 10 August 2010

More Chevins...

I managed to get to the river once again at the weekend for some more fun with the Chub, I'm not sure how many i took but stopped counting once I'd got to a dozen. I wanted to fish just one fly all morning and just change the approach and the way the fly was fished, it was a good plan!

The river is still very low due to the lack of rain recently, skin and bones plus plenty of weed for the fly line to tangle in! I fished two main lengths of the same stretch, the upper being fast and shallow with the lower being mostly waist deep and steadier in pace. I fished the FB exclusively and took half a dozen fish in quick succession from a shallow plateau in a slack amongst the streamer fronds, most of them taking the fly as soon as it touched down...



I moved a little further upstream and stumbled onto a couple of fish somewhere they don't normally lie, just when you think you know fish they change! I did manage to fool one though, the playing of which spooked the others which weren't seen again...


I took a few similar sized fish from an area of boulders where the river narrows and gets faster, i spotted a small Pike sat in a shallow slack, sunning himself surrounded by minnows...

I climbed out of the water and made the short walk down to the lower stretch, my first view once through the undergrowth was a pleasant one...


I took two of these fish dead drifting the fly before they sank away tight under the trees, a tight loop put the fly an inch or two from the roots and a twitch later brought the third of the group to hand after another good scrap.

Walking slowly along the bank and spotting fish was made easy by the trees behind and above me, i could walk comfortably without worrying about my silhouette on the skyline, i took a few more fish plopping the fly in gaps between the weeds and reeds...




I took a couple more from under a big tree on the far bank, casting was difficult so i waded across the river downstream of the fish and stalked my way back up to them, it was tricky wading with the rocks and boulders under foot so i left the camera on the back, safe!

The last fish of the day came from a deep slack , it was cruising around just sub-surface checking out leaves or anything above him. I knew he was a certainty but it's always nice when a fish sips the fly in confidently and unhurried, he fought strongly in the deeper water and almost had me under a fallen tree but eventually i had him to hand, he was perfect...

By midday the river started to get busy queuing my walk back to the car, it was a great morning with very few fish refusing the FB, i might tie some slightly smaller to try on the fish that refuse the normal 8's, just to see...

To finish off this post, i know it's not fly fishing but on Thursday evening I'm going back to a small overgrown lake that i first met only last week, i fished with like minded friends who like myself enjoy using "cane and pins" and we had a wonderful evening taking a few Tench, i look forward to bending some cane and seeing the float dance among the Lillie's again...


Cheers,


Graham

Wednesday, 4 August 2010

Long time no post!...


First of all i apologise for the lack of action on the blog, believe me it's not been intentional! The good news is that i've have been fishing, mostly weekend trips to the river armed with the 5wt and fishing for whatever comes along, one of my favourite approaches, relaxed and enjoyable fishing, the way it should be!

So here's a quick catch of highlights up to keep things ticking!

Let's start with a trip to my local Trout stream, the area i fished is now almost bank to bank weed and it was far from easy, i did however manage a couple of fish the nicest being a nice fit Grayling that was kind enough to grace my net.


My next trip out was to an upper stretch of the river i fish for our coarse species, it was late in the day and the river bank was a scene of of activity with picnic'ers everywhere, not ideal but there's always a nice area full of "stingers" that stays picnic free! I was having a great time with small Chub to a pound or so when i noticed fry bursting on the surface right in the reeds on the far side, i swapped my beetle imitation for a small streamer, slapped it down right in the feeding zone and after letting it sink a little gave two strips before it was hit. I was expecting a nice Perch when a toothy marauder came into view over the edge of some cabbages, fortunately i'd hooked him in the scissors so the mono was never at risk, and after slipping out the barbless hook he was on his way, back into the sanctuary of the reed stems ...


After tying on a wire trace i took two of his brothers, no doubt the family business was taking care of the local Roach population!

The following weekend i was back on the river, only this time a less picnic-friendly stretch! I arrived much later than normal and to my surprise i was the only angler there, i waded the shallows casting to the Chub sat between the fronds of streamer weed, some took a daddy and others took a hopper pattern but they were all of a similar size. I had a great time taking eight in the next 20 minutes!...





I moved further upstream to try some deeper pools for a Perch or two, swapping to a beadhead damsel/woolly bugger i managed around half a dozen, mostly small fish that mobbed the fly as a troop but one or two nailed it from out of nowhere putting up a great fight before having their portrait taken and sliding back into the depths...



Whilst wading up river i spotted two Barbel hanging around with some Chub behind some reed stems, i spent the next hour running every fly/nymph in my box past them without making contact, some they turned and followed, some they looked at but ignored and others they chased, but they wouldn't take any. More time needed with them...


On my way to more Chub that i'd spotted i saw a shoal of small Roach sat in a slack around some cabbages, i swapped fly for a small nymph a promptly caught a few, it's not really the rod for getting the best from modest sized fish but i find myself increasingly drawn to Roach when fly fishing, the thump they hit a moving nymph with is something that has to be experienced!...


I'd spotted a group of Chub hiding under an overhanging tree and tried two or three of my favourite Chub flies before stumbling onto the magic pattern, it's something i tied up a while ago but hadn't been brave enough to try it! It's a hopper pattern tied from foam with rubber legs a deerhair wing and a little flash for good measure, don't worry i know how it sounds but trust me it's dynamite! I took one fish with it dead drift, and another couple chased it and calmly sipped it in as i popped it around on the surface, incredible sport! Since then the fly had been named the FB(Foam beast) and now has a few siblings to keep it company in my fly box!...



It was a terrific day and ended with me taking almost 40 fish, surely good sport by any one's standards?!

Next time out was to a similar stretch, one with plenty of features swift shallows, deep holes under trees, slow steady water plus plenty of fish! On arriving i was greeted by a kestrel, if only i had a longer lens with me!...



I spent some time in the shallows with small nymphs taking Dace and Roach from amongst the reed stems, i must go back with a more suitable rod, short, light and cane...


I spent some time with more Gudgeon than i've ever seen before but couldn't fool one, although i was joined in the shallows by Elvis............Well, the king!...


Further downstream i was joined by more feathered friends, a family of swans sailed around in the shallows dunking for the tasty bits...


Some decent Chub were spotted in a slack in no more than 12 inches deep, just off the flow behind some rocks, a couple of flies were tried before probably the biggest fish took a small beetle fly and put up one hell of a scrap before slipping into the net. Broad, deep and long, at least 4lbs if it was an ounce, it's captor held it for a photo before it belted across the shallows and into a deep, dark hole...



So there we go, back up to date, hopefully i'll be out again in the next couple of days, cant wait!

Cheers,


Graham