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Welcome to Wildflies.com, and i hope you enjoy the site!

Everything here is my own, the words, images and video, all taken by myself whilst out fishing or spending time in wild places, which is what it's all about in my view! Get out there and enjoy it, or grab a cup of tea, sit down and i'll go for you!...

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Thursday, 16 September 2010

What no fish?!...

Unfortunately i didn't manage to get out with a rod last weekend, well kind of lol! I did however attend the excellent Frampton country fair on Sunday where upon i entered the Flycasting competition they had running, but more on that later....

It was a great Fair with plenty going on what with the dogs, falcons, pigs, cows, more dogs, horses, owls, pasties, pimms and poultry, plus one or two more dogs! The weather was fantastic with most folk catching the sun more than they'd intended and the atmosphere alive with all the fun of the fair...

One of the first events in the main ring was the flying of a Peregrine above our heads, i've seen them in the wild stooping onto pigeons but to see one so closely was a real treat. Along with the Falcon various owls gave an aerobatic display for the crowd who oohhhh'd and aahhhhh'd in delight as the feathered fighter pilots showed why they rule the air, silently...


We wandered from tent to tent to stall enjoying the variety of entertainment, although i did waste three quid trying to get a ball into the milk churn to win an over sized cuddly cow! The various animals on display drew crowds, the Alpaca's proving very popular but surprisingly not as popular as the Piglets, who grunted around their pens fighting each to get to mother pigs milk to a soundtrack of young and old giggling at their antics.




Away from the livestock there was the tent that housed some of the birds of prey that were earlier flown for the crowds, and although it was tricky to get standing room to see them i managed a couple of quick snaps between punter's heads...



I came across the flycasting competition as we strolled alongside the lake, i asked of the rules, 5 rings sat on the water, starting on the left the fly(a booby) was to be cast into each ring moving to the right, on placing the fly in the fifth ring the caster was to start again from the first and so on until he'd scored as many as he could in 2 minutes. £1 entry changed hands, the form filled out before i waited for my turn. I must admit to feeling quietly confident after watching the two casters before me, there was some water whipping going on and not much i the way of scoring! Time up, he'd scored six! I said hello to the stopwatch guy and the "ring counter" as i was past the rod, a greys grxi 5/6. I had a quick swish and found it a little slower than my own wand of choice in similar weight. The watch started and i cast, all to soon it stopped again, ten was my score, four more than the guy before me so i didn't feel too bad even though i knew I'd not cast to the best of my ability. I handed my form in and asked the guy what the top score was? sixteen he replied! Hmmmm, perhaps I'd return before the final whistle...

We wandered around a little more, stopped for a drink and some food, sat in the sun and watched the excellent casting demonstration and enjoyed the sights and sounds. We passed by my friends at Rawson and Perrin who's stall was attracting considerable attention, and grubbed around in some secondhand tackle in one of the other of the tents where i spent a pound or two on a small surface plug that caught my eye. The Otters were enjoying the lower temperature as we headed further away from midday as ran around their run dipping in and out of their cow drink swimming pool, hounding their keeper for food from the cooler box...


Time rolled on and we eventually found ourselves near the casting competition once more, "sixteen still winning?", "Yep" replied the stopwatch guy, "go on then, one more go" i said as i traded my pound for another entry form. I stepped up hoping to do better than my first try, and decided not to rush but rather make every cast a good one, well nearly every one! "time's up!" I'd scored twenty two!!! After much back patting and grinning i handed my form in and celebrated with a drink in the beer tent. The next hour went without anyone beating my score, or the sixteen in second place for that matter! My prize arrived in the post today, £55 in vouchers to be spent in the local tackle shop, i might just have to pop in tomorrow morning and see what catches my eye...


Hope to be on the river on Saturday, the last of the summer sport?...

Cheers,


Graham

Saturday, 4 September 2010

Catch up!...

Once again I've been lacking in my posting(blush), my apologies I've been rather busy with this and that, but did manage a quick jaunt down to Cornwall for a break with my girlfriend Paula!

Once again the weather was more than a little damp, with a good dose of the blowy stuff to make the use of the fly rod Nye on impossible! Fortunately i had what a friend recently called " the implements of the devil" with me, i.e my Plugging rod which coped with the conditions much better than the 8wt, never mind the 5wt!

Other than a one day where we ventured out with a view to christening Paula's new spinning rod i only managed a couple of quick sessions in between gales! The first being a couple of hours off the beach, and despite it being almost midday and a gap in the clouds brightening the sky a bit too much the tide was just right, quietly lapping in over the shallow rocks with a nice amount of white water to offer any Bass some cover. I clipped on the skitter pop and worked my way over the rocks putting some life into the plastic as it gurgled it's way over the banacles in only a foot or so of foamy water, within half a doze casts the plug was nailed, there was a swirl and a satisfying throb coming from the rod tip! It was only a small fish but it proved that they were there, and that they didn't mind the bright conditions, the blank was beat!


As the tide made it's way in over the shallows i moved back up the beach and covered the newly filled gulleys and pools with the plug, half an hour passed with nothing so i swapped the surface pattern for a heavier spoon that still fished shallow. This allowed me to fish a little further out, and while it's not always the order of the day it worked, again within half a dozen casts another small Bass was slid into hand before beng sent on his way...


I had a break after that fish and let the tide make for a little while, with the skitter pop back on(and a full belly) i started to cover the pools and gulleys again, searching for fish. The wind had picked up and even the braid had a fair bow in the line as the plug sailed out, it didn't matter though as a few cranks of the reel brought me back in direct contact once again. I'd popped the plug over a small gulley and a fair way back in, i was just thinking about re casting when it disappeared in a swirl! Another nod nod nod of the tip told me it was another small fish, which was fine, i was after all catching! I slipped two of the barbless(and a bit rusty) trebles from his lip and off he went to pester the blennies...


The next morning i was up before dawn hoping to contact a larger Bass, it didn't happen! I got absolutely soaked due to being on holiday and not "fishing!", my chesties would've been just the ticket lol! I did manage a small Ballan Wrasse though, he ambushed my shallow plug in two feet of water only a couple of rod lengths out, perhaps it woke him up!..



Later in the day we got down to the beach as the tide ebbed, net in hand we did some rockpooling and found allsorts of Bass food lurking in and around the weed and rocks, Paula was especially pleased with her first "non assisted" Pipefish, she'd seen them before but not found one on her own...





As the tide began to make i was knee deep covering the shallows again, second cast and Whallop! The skitter Pop get wells and truly knobled by another Bass, as before not big but slightly better than the previous fish and it gave a really dogged scrap in the surf, a real bar of silver!...


The next day was our last there, the weather wasn't too bad so we set out to christen Paula's rod, we tried a small creek first hoping she might catch her first bass but it wasn't to be so we headed for a headland that juts out into nice deep water, just the place for a wrasse or two! We arrived a little time before high water, had a quick spin with no luck so both concentrated on the Wrasse. I was using circle hooks for the first time for Wrasse, how brilliant are they?! I had one nice fish on a running lead set up, as the fish (eventually) came to the surface i could see the hook clearly in the scissors, and by the time Paula netted the fish and we'd rested him in a pool the hook had fallen out, i'll be using nothing else from now on!..


Paula was floatfishing smaller hooks hoping to tempt her favourite Corkwing's but they were being more than a little challenging! Eventually we gave up with the float and swapped it for anothing running lead, she'd not ledgered before and the sensation of the savage bites transmitted down the rod were it think a little scary for her i think! She did very well though and managed two Ballans, both christening the rod and putting a smile on her face!..



On the last morning i headed to the beach again with a view to "popping" the shallows as the light changed, this quickly changed as i searched the car boot as discovered i'd left my reel in Paula's bag yesterday! I thought aout going back for it but decided this was devine intervention and that i'd use the 8wt as i had it!

Fortunately the wind had dropped nicely and in n time at all i was casting nearly the full floating line and covering the runs i wanted to, i had a small 3ins Gurgler on which i thought would be just what the Bass wanted as dawn broke. In short i didn't land a single fish, BUT i was hit at least 15 times! At first i thought it was small pollack swirling at the fly but soon i had Bass in the 2-3lb range hitting the fly with such pace that they'd come flying out the water clearing the surface by 2 feet! I changed to a smaller pattern, fished a standard Clouser but it was the Gurgler they wanted, i suspect that the clouser just wasn't making it's presence felt in the shallow surfy water where as the Gurgler most certainly was! I had a magic hour or so as the light changed but all too soon it was time to head home.

Another great break in Kernow and one that although the weather didn't play ball we still managed to fool a few and as always i learnt a lot, i hope to get back down there soon and have a few revised flies i cant wait to throw around!

The sooner the better!...



P.S Thanks for the Emails, keep em coming!

Cheers,


Graham