Friday, 12 August 2016

Cane and Carp.

 The wondrous Cane rod in question, with traditional trout on the menu.

I had a plan to catch a few carp on the fly rod again this year. It's been a while since I had the 5# cane Marshall out. It felt good when I threaded the Cortland Sylk line through the rings at a little local venue I know where, floaters are allowed.

This rod from Gary is simply the best 5# I've ever tried, and over the years I've been lucky to try a few dozen. It has a quick action for a cane rod, more like a soft actioned Carbon. When I first tried it in Gary's little garden, I was amazed at just how much line I could pick up and lay down in one simple stroke.
People forget at times, you buy a rod to fish with, having the ability to lift off the water, drop a fly on a rising fish some distance away without countless false casts is priceless in a fly fishing rod. Many just don't have the spine to achieve it. It worth several fish a season, in the instant cast it gives you.

At 8' it's ideal for both medium to large rivers, as well as lakes and reservoirs. With 20'' to 30'' of line out its possible to false cast a whole 28 yard fly line with just one pick up and back-cast, something I cannot do with any of my existing Orvis rods.

Anyway to the day. Feeding small dog mixer biscuits, fish started to rise within minutes, with this method now is the time to sit and wait. Continue feeding, getting the competition going among the carp. You can then spot the better fish, and hopefully pick one out.

Many use a real mixer Super-glued to the hook, but I prefer a loosely tied brown deer hair fly, as when it takes on water it will sit lower in the surface film, so you get more solid hook ups, and less refusals. It's also a fly, rather than bait!

Luck was with me, and I took six modest fish to just under 10lb. All fighting like demons on the light cane.

 Cane and carp, a good combination.

Gary is still making this model and in my layman's view, it's his best work. It will cost you the best part of a Grand to own one, you'll have to wait 18 months minimum, for it to be made. I did see one for sale recently, but when I inquired it was gone. ( £800 with just one tip ) Are they worth it, well you only ever buy one. I fell on this rod buy luck as Gary had made this for a client, that didn't come up with the cash. Now that really was my lucky day.

See you on the bank.

Wednesday, 29 June 2016

New blog site.

My new blog address. Please support as in the past. This blog is not ended, but I am taking a break from fly fishing for the foreseeable future.

Tight Lines.

Flyfisherman Richard.

See you on the bank.

Sunday, 5 June 2016

Something Different.

So you may be thinking what's our intrepid fly fisherman going to do now? Well I'll tell you. I'm going to do some simple coarse fishing. Over the past 10-15 years while I've been fly fishing on rivers, still-water fishing has gone through a complete revolution, especially on the carp match fishing side. Small lakes and pond have been stocked with carp hybrids and fast growing common and mirror carp strains until now match anglers commonly catch carp into double figures even the odd 20lb fish are taken.
Many say this is to the detriment of silver fish (Roach, Rudd Bream and the like) well that's true, but never has an angler had more chance of catching some very big fish on a pleasure days fishing, than ever before. I'm also reliably told that some far sighted fish farmers are making lakes solely for silver fish, fishing. So if you want a days simple float fishing you can have that too.

It's made me think as I'm having difficultly getting down step river banks, how nice it would be to drive to your selected swim, park the car just a few feet from where you fish. I can take a bit more tackle with me for extra comfort, I may even buy a match fishing basket to sit on (noddy) It must be better than packing in all in?

It's interesting to note that many of these commercial fishing lakes are producing some very big fish, both Tench, Perch, Bream and obviously carp, all fish I'm interesting in in catching. These waters really cater for the angler, providing breakfasts, fishing bait and tackle and access is through a simple day ticket payment, often as low as £6 a day.

 See the old boy can catch other fish too!

Just a season or so ago, I took a big barbel from the river Trent, a stunning 12lb plus fish. Well the Trent produces some much bigger barbel as well as Carp and Chub. It's the Chub that really get me going, another 6lb plus fish is a target, a 7lb fish would be a dream. I'm off tomorrow trying a commercial water some 40 minutes away, wish me luck!

Thursday, 26 May 2016

It's that time.

Hello fellow bloggers and kind followers. Just recently getting about has become increasingly difficult with arthritic knees and hips. So I'm stopping fly fishing for a while, and fishing sitting down a little more. With any luck I'll catch some nice fish off the river Trent, local canal, and a little still-water I know that hold some good Tench, Bream and massive Carp.

See you on the bank.


Saturday, 14 May 2016

What's black has long legs and gets the girls all excited?

The Hawthorne fly is a hatch that for me until this week has always been last week, or next week's bonanza. When I fished Rutland they had a hatch every season, but 30 plus years as a season ticket holder, I never quite caught it right. Enough flies to catch, but never enough to have a 'red letter day'.
That is until yesterday, when fishing our top beat I hit a hatch of Hawthorne flies at it's peak, and fish were lining up to take my dry imitation.

 The fly itself, Latin name Bibio marci is a true fly and belongs to the species Bibionadae.The fly is also called St Marks fly as it hatches around St Marks day 25th April every year, and can be seen flying around in May. The females are slightly bigger than the male 14mm both are black with clear wings and long dankly legs that hang down as they fly. The flight is slow and cumbersome, in my view as if there always pushing against a wind. Most of their life is spent in the ground (like the daddy long legs) and once on the wing they last about a week. They mate and the female lays her eggs back in the soil. They are important pollinators, the Hawthorne bush and trees seem to be a favorite of the species. That's about all I know about this big buggy fly, but as much as needed I expect.

As soon as I got to the river I could see dark clouds of the flies around the trees and bushes. The wind was modest but enough to put this poor flyer at risk, and the trout really wanted them. As I say I've fished the hatch many times over the years and found a smaller imitation works best at the start. The fishing books say a size 12 tying, but I tie them in a size 15 and they rarely get refused or mistaken. I think, and it's only me putting my views into a trouts head, that early on in the hatch they are almost frightened of the size of the things. (I've also found a small version of the dancia mayfly works best in the first few days of that hatch, the fish taking a bigger offering the following week with gay abandon) Anyway it worked for me, and I took 3 fish in almost as many casts. Working up the river I could see fish rising, and it was simply a case of covering them. But many came blind from every type of water I put a fly over. While all the fish were modest, I did take a nice fish of a pound or so from a well know pool known that produced some better fish in days gone by.

 Hawthorne bushes in flower, covered in the little black jobs.

 The upper river in question.
The little black fly. Sorry about the poor picture quality!

I stopped for a snack around mid-day and thought to myself.  'This must be one of my best days for numbers (not something common for me) in a long time'.  I guess 20 fish maybe more! This from a part of the river where we had our pollution some years ago. It's surely back to it's best now with such numbers of healthy small fish.

Friday, 6 May 2016

Larks and Olives.

Quietly walking the banks is a preoccupation of mine, simply because of the way I fish. I've always tried to target the biggest fish available. So as the water is presently clear, and since my last trip a little low and weed free, it's a perfect time to do it, even if it does cut into actual fishing time. Last season I fished a piece of the river at the bottom of our lowest beat, there I spotted a rather big fish, maybe 2lb plus. It was with some huge chub and I spooked it first time around. So it was on my list of places to visit this season.

The May day was going to be the warmest of the year to date, as I drove gently down the pot-holed road past the farm and onto the railway bridge, I spotted two Larks singing their blooming heads off. It was as if the warm morning sun had sparked the internal clock all song birds seem to have. When I lived in France my house was surrounded in fields, and the Lark was common. We'd see maybe a dozen or so on our daily dog walks. But in England the bird is in sharp decline, so I could be forgiven in stopping the car, turning off the engine and just listening to their song. I knew come what may, the day would be a good one.

I spent maybe an hour looking for the mentioned trout above, I did spot the enormous chub, but the trout was absent. Things can happen of course, and big fish can simply die of old age. I fished blind with a nymph for a little time and hook and lost two fish. One was decent, maybe a pound, the other a shrimp. I'll have to come back another day, Mayfly time is an excellent time, if the fish is about and I'm observant I'll see it I expect.

I carried on higher up the beat and meet two club members doing some river work. They very kindly stopped and the water cleared a little after they left.

I tried using the 'new' long leader I had in my bag in the next swim, but it's simply not for me. I just could not cast the nymph with any accuracy, it (the nymph) going everywhere expect in the right spot. I know these long nylon leaders are all the thing, making fly lines almost obsolete, but for me 'I'm out'.

 Olive soaked Focaccia bread for lunch!

I stopped on a high bank for a bite of lunch. I'd heated up some Focaccia bread before leaving home, dipping it in the oil from a jar of sun dried tomato's on leaving home. With some green olives, plumb tomato's and a drink of fresh ground coffee from the flask, I felt the warmth of the day on my back for the first tome this season. It was just heaven to be out.

On my way back downstream in the last pool before home, I tied on a tippet length of 6lb line then a little streamer I keep in the corner of my box for coloured water days. On the first cast a huge snout broke the surface just as I was pulling the fly from the water. The water rocked and the spray actually wet my sun glasses. ( I was knelling in the water at the time.) The noise and commotion seemed really unnatural for such a little river, as if someone had thrown a badger in.

As you would expect, I only got the one chance. I left for home finding myself saying out loud. ''I know where you live, I'll be back''

Sunday, 1 May 2016

High cold clear water.

The week just gone was really difficult, fishing wise that is. After a really good start to the season we've  had a lot of rain that brought the river up, but it's stayed clear making every move you make visible to all trout in the river. With little or no weed for trout to hide in being so early in the season, spooking fish has been an occupation this week.

 The only way I found to catch any fish was dry fly at distance, and that was very hit and miss, just two modest but pretty trout each session. There has also been an Arctic wind blowing too, making being on the water uncomfortable. Once the wind speed gets to 15 mph or more fly fishing on small rivers becomes an exercise in losing flies and tangled leaders. Fact was this week, I could just not get close enough to fish before being seen.

One little river I fished had a good hatch of small midge, olive, and caddis, but still despite sitting for several hours in different swims, I saw nothing rise. I thought fishing at distance with a dry would at least give me some chance, but with the wind mostly downstream it was just luck where the fly landed.

Good news is that next week, the wind is promised to die away and the sun should shine. Roll on summer.