Monday, 14 April 2014

Huge Wild Brown Trout PB has me Trembling

Well as i have spoken in my previous blog post, the early season fishing has been quality for me and just to add the my thrills i had one of them moments that will stay with me for ever.
We all like different styles of fishing and i have done many but stalking big fish has always been my thing, i can sit for hours not casting a rod waiting for a moment to catch that special trout, i just returned back from a trip to Islay on the scottish lochs to see my mate David Wood who now lives there, i had opted to fish for the hard lochs with huge fish, this can be frustrating for many flogging the water all day long without nothing but this does not bother me in the slightest, i just know what could happen and this drives me on..
I did flog a Islay hill loch all day long and hit into what i could only describe as a horse of a wild trout, the hook pulled away as it streamed off  leaving me gutted but even more keener to get my goal..

Back home on the Dove there has been huge hatches of LDO that have really bought the fish on big time and i have caught some awesome fish but what happened a few days ago still has me walking around in a daze!!

Around 1 oclock i packed my tools on my van and headed off to my river, i was running late as i knew there would be hatches coming off around 12 o'clock.
Turning up at the river it looked just right, overcast and a warm breeze, bit of sun peaking through to raise the early season spirit...
now walking through my river i noticed the olive hatch was in full swing, the pools i had fished previously had the browns inches from the surface sipping away, i had already caught a few of these resident fish and i would not even think about targeting them again until the end of the season..
I walked to a unknown pool on a big deep bend and peered into the water looking for trout, i saw nothing and could not believe this amazing looking pool would not have a trout in there, i then turned away and under my feet i noticed something, oh my god, there was a huge trout and i mean once in a lifetime trout sitting inches under the surface in a back eddy....I froze instantly....i had to look again to believe my eyes, yes it was real...
Now i started to turn my stalking senses on,  i was stood there frozen as not to spook this old warrior,  i was planning already how i would approach this fish... i would have to get behind the fish and run my fly around the eddy, something that was very hard but still possible, a over branch was in its cover and i knew i did not have a chance for a fuck up cast..
My heart started to race as i saw the horse rise to a large dark olive, it looked unreal as its huge kype was breaking the surface tension, this fish eating trout was obviously very hungry as it looked too big to rise..
I shortened my leader down to 8ft with a 4lb tippet, heavy yes buti would need to really get stuck into this fish...its hole was obvious, it was about 5 ft away to a huge tree root in a 5ft hole...i knew what i had got to do but could i?
As i watched this fish taking olives from behind it i could see how bigit really was as it turned on itss flank...i then stripped my leader and went up-to 5lb flouro straight through!!
Sitting behing a fish that you have dreamed to catch all your life is the so exciting but a complete nightmare, i was making mistakes, tying a shit knot to the jingler, i had to calm down which i did..

There is was with my bow and arrow cast loaded up....i pinged it through a few branches and caught the fucking tree...was my fish of a lifetime over?? paused, so did i, it knew something was not right, and then it flicked its fins again and rose to another olive pheeeewwwwww
I then pulled the fly slowly from around the branch, it lopped around and did not hook up...yesssssss i thought...
My second cast landed a bit short, it did not matter, it turned and whaoppled it, that moment you cannot describe in words and only a angler can feel it...
I watched it fully take the fly and set the hook home with my trusty side strike...the feeling of the hook setting home was amazing, the trout just paused a moved to the left and i was in shock, i think the fish was until about 5 seconds when it realised it was under threat, it bolted for its hole, the 5lb flouro was the key i really did bollock into the fish and it did not stop it, my 5 weight rod just bevelled completely out and i had to adjust myself to get more power in, i managed to turn it but it opted to scream upstream of me, my drag was too tight and the rod was lunging, i took a few clicks softer on the drag and it ran perfectly around the pool keeping full tension on..
The moment it broke the surface i knew it was more special that i had thought, i was thinking, 'is this a salmon.? thats when you know your into a special fish when you question what it is...
I played the fish for over 5 minutes and i could honestly say there were times in the fight i was totally out of control!! this fish was a pure wild angry beast and boy it let me know...
The fish barely went in my net, i left him in the water and never raised the net, a method i use all the time now, this is too help the fish 'get its wind' i really do think this  is the  difference in a trout surviving be imagine having a boxing match then someone putting there hand over your nose and mouth!!!
I sat there and fell back on the bank, i had done what i had dreamed off, a huge wild trout on drys!!
lifting the fish was a amazing feeling, holding a fish that looked so big to its surrounding...
weighed on my £50 Salters it went the magic 4lb 2oz !!
A few pictures and as i let it go back i spoke to myself and thought of my mucker Steve Cullen, 'ITS A HORSE' in a scottish accent!!
4lb 2oz PB

Monday, 7 April 2014

Early Season on the trout is good for the soul

Early sesason for me is the best time you could ever fish, the trout are hungry and some might be slightly out of shape so its good practise to play them very hard and get them back quickly..
Fishing the jingler in a large dark olive hatch has proved deadly.. I am enjoying sport like no other and without being too greedy i am getting what i can until it slows off...
nice one 

early season brown hunting
surely a 10 year old fish
this has got to be the nicest brown i ever caught
snake trout!! 52cm
the moment you think you fucked up!!

Monday, 24 March 2014

Steve Cullen early season podcast photo referance

55cm wild brown taken on a dry!!
Podcast reference to the huge fish caught on the dry by steve dont get better
click the link below to play


Tuesday, 18 March 2014

Perch on the Fly

The back end of the season saw me Grayling fishing, i was onto a massive fish i had spotted for months but the floods came and the rivers came unfishable for a few weeks..
In this time i had been chatting to my mate wess and we said a trip down to the canals with a spinning rod would get us out from rotting at home.
Its always nice to strip things back to basics in fishing and we went to our local canal and had some excellent sport spinning for pike..
After a few sessions i found myself enjoying being around the canals in some lovely spots, most people think they are shit holes but if you walk them you can stumble on some very remote bits of water with  hook virgin pike..
while jigging soft baits with my light spinning outfit i had a huge lunge and i knew i was into a fish that took me back in time! it was a Perch, not just a normal one, after a mental scrap i had a 2lb 4oz sitting in my net!
My first ever fish was a Perch and most seasoned anglers love a 'stripy'
This is where i fell in love with them again and decided i would hunt them with the fly outfit...

I fished a lovely section of river as a kid and we always went to the canal that run along side it when blanking on the river, i had this very canal in my mind and thought to pay it a visit.
This time my fly rod had come out with me, catching anything on the fly is a thrill due to the direct pull on the line, i was in hunt of anything predator, Perch, Pike or even Chub...
At the fly fair i had met up with top pred tyer Martin who had promised me a few killer streamers in small sizes for the big trout..
What struck me was how he had produced such a amazing profile of a minnow imitation, but the real highlight was how they fished which was perfect for my canal session..
My main goal was to get into anything and on arriving at my wild canal section i was amazed to see the gin clear water!!
Funny how some things never change, going back to your kids years is a lovely feeling, places never change and i could not wait to get my flys in the water.
My set up was simple, i had a old bison 8ft 5", 6" WF floating line, 6ft of flouro and a small 6inch crimped up trace directly to my fly in chance i got smashed by a pike.

The flys i was using were along the line of Martins, a 4.5mm tung bead on the front to get me down quickly but also to jig the fly along the bed of the canal, anyone who fishes for `perch will know they are quite lazy at times and sit inches off the bed but they cannot resist something jigged off the bottom slowly.
Its wasnt long before i had the bang off a perch, then i continued to hit a shoul that gave me some sport i could only of dreamed of, i knew i was fishing in a place that no one ever fishes and it showed.
Thats when i saw a bolt out from the bank with fry darting everywhere! a pike in full flow hit my fly so hard and i leaned right into it tail walked all over the place..
The day saw me walk for miles pickingoff shouls of Perch and the odd Pike, it was action i had not expected and i rang my mucker  wess to tell him it goes down as one of the best days fishing i have ever had, that must seem a bit mad being on a canal but his place fished its head off.
Pike on the fly is heart stopping stuff, to see the take is amazing and the speed and power takes your breath away..
MIRCO PIKE!! amazing
UNCLE MARK 1lb 14oz
2 inch Perch fly...Perch love em
Well the dry fly trout season is approaching fast but i will still be having a dabble on the Perch and Pike..
If you get chance go and try your local canal, you will be amazed what these places hold
nice one

Thursday, 22 August 2013

The bubble in the rise

The question that many anglers often ask is how to spot a grayling rising?
Well being on the river studying fish as often as I do you get to observe certain ways of rising fish..
People often say about the bubble left by a grayling which is very true but trout can do the same affect too so it's not a sure sign.
I often target grayling as my preferred fish for the dry fly as the satisfaction is much more than a trout due to how much your presentation needs to be spot on.. Without going into detail a persistent rising grayling  in my view will be become more preoccupied with the given hatch than a trout which can be tempted without matching the hatch (sometimes)..
A grayling will hold station in a feeding lane at the river bed and can see so much more than a trout that sits inches below the surface..
Therefore drag and the right choice of fly has been critical for me..
Last evenings fishing was all that I needed to get my hatch fix of grayling..
The BWO spinner falls are becoming less and the river did not have the prolific hatches of these spinners but never less there was enough to find around seven rising fish in the last hour which I managed to land 3 grayling and 2 trout with Richard Wards poly prop spinner..
Both trout were hit on first attempts and the grayling put my fly presentation to the test with 3 or four attempts..
The proof is there for me, any dry fly man I see catching 'proper' grayling on the dry is doing his job well..
I am out most nights this week getting my fix so plan to start updating my blog on a more regular basis..
Podcasts are going well and I have some real treats up my sleeve so to any readers or listeners get yourself off the couch on get these last few months of dry fly fishing before its too late
Nice one