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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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Tuesday, 19 October 2010

Stripeys allround!...

Due to one distraction or another i've not managed to get out and wet a line that much recently, but i have however manged a couple of short trips, although the fly rod stayed at home( yes, i can hear you all shout heathen!)...

The first trip was one that I'd been promising my partner Paula for some time. She's been wanting to catch a Perch for a long time now and we finally manged to make a date and get to the river, i had just the spot in mind, a slow stretch bordered by overhanging trees where there live plenty of stripeys just waiting for a nice wriggling offering! We got to the river and i tackled up, she was to use my old sundrige match rod which was a Christmas gift from my parents i received as a small boy, i already owned a telescopic rod which had tamed plenty Gudgeon but the sundrige was my first "proper rod", it was even CARBON!!!... This was teemed with the reel i used to use on it, a small Shakespeare fixed spool loaded with 4lb mono to which was threaded a proper boys Perch bobber with one swan shot to cock it, and the classic rig ended in a size 12 hook baited(by me) with a couple of worms from the compost heap...

The depth was plumbed to be around six feet, the float set at roughly 3/4's depth and cast into the dark water under the boughs of a tree, much to Paula's excitement the float cocked, dipped momentarily before then sliding confidently away into the depths, the rod was lifted sharply and curved into an angry jagging throb until all the best colours of the rainbow appeared on the surface and Paula had caught her first Perch, which was as only a first Perch should be...


After marvelling at it's armour plating, rough scales and general "Crabtree-ness" the little gem was slipped back. I was almost jealous, sure I've been lucky enough to have caught some lovely Perch with my personal best going 3lb 8oz, BUT she'd just caught her first ever! Some milestone...

We fished on, mostly she did and i did the baiting up, although i did manage to wrestle the rod from her to take a couple of striped marauders for myself! They actually started to get bigger and one that Paula hooked was "pulling back loads more" before it sadly threw the hook, "another go?" i asked, "yes please" was the reply, and although we were due to head off for a nice lunch this happened more than just the once! One really plump Sergeant managed to slip the hook moments after showing on the surface, but it didn't matter, we did manage a dozen lovely fish before it was time to go. Paula has caught fish before but never coarse fished, her species list being limited to sea fish such as Wrasse and Mullet, i think she enjoyed herself...



My imagination fuelled by that trip led to my next, only this time i was on my own, armed with the wizard and little aerial pop, plus a good helping of lobs!

I got to my chosen stretch early to find myself the only one there, and that's how it stayed all day! It was far too bright for Perch really but i did managed a few modest specimens that more than made up for their size in aesthetics, fantastically coloured river Perch in autumn, just visual poetry!...


I wandered into a weir pool in attempted to find something bigger lurking under the white water in attempt to hide from the sun, and i did! Although they weren't Perch, i trotted my bobber(the same one that Paula was using) down through the fast white water and out under some trees where the depth shallowed to three feet around some boulders, the float disappeared three times in half a dozen casts with Chub being the culprits. The biggest went four pounds with the other two not being far behind, great scraps on the wizard from fish obviously in great condition...





After fishing the weir i tried two or three other spots with little success in the way of Sergeant's, just a couple of "privates" for my troubles. The river is looking in great shape for the coming weekend and i hope to get back there, another day surrounded by swift clear water and falling leaves would be just what the doctor ordered after another busy week at work! I may have to take a fly rod along this time too...


Cheers,


Graham

Monday, 4 October 2010

Gave the fishtank a polish...

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I know they're not anything fancy, but i do have a soft spot for the humble goldfish...

Cheers,


Graham

Saturday, 2 October 2010

The last few weeks...

It's been a busy few weeks for me, but thankfully i have managed to wet a fly here and there. I had what i suspect to be the last of the warm summer sport form the river with the 5wt, taking the usual Chub, Perch and Roach, plus a spending a long weekend in Cornwall fishing with my good friend Chris...

We had a terrific time enjoying plenty of Pollack and Mackerel on the fly plus some Wrasse on the spinning gear, the weather could've been better what with the northerly wind flattening the sea and making it rather chilly in the tent at night, but the lack of any Bass was the only disappointment...

We did take most our fish on the fly at dawn or dusk, as the light changes. We tried a few patterns but the one that seemed to minimise missed takes was a gurgler that I've modified with a trailing hook tied in with a stiff mono link, this reduces the number of fish "nipping" at the tail and missing the main hook. Of course if a larger fish took the fly it would more often than not be hooked on the main hook, but the "sting in the tail" took a great many fish...



It's done a fair amount of raining here the past couple of days, so there's not much point in heading to the river this weekend, no doubt it's up, brown and angry! It's always a shame at this time of year, I'll miss the warm early mornings and taking fish off the top but look forward to a few titanic battles with Pike on the 8wt plus some grayling from the stream on cane.

Doesn't sound so bad does it?...


Cheers,


Graham