Day 4 - Richie bags 46cm (2.5lb) clunker in a San 'living the dream' session



San slab

 More to follow........................

Day 3 - Sponsored by Tyskie (not Queen of the Moorlands Piss)

Poland's finest piss

JT with his tits out giving his masterclass



 Went to El Dorado today, river very low, clear and very hot conditions.....all caught fish but nothing to shout about...........we ended up getting leathered on the bank with a JT casting mastercalss session which ended up with 25 cans of piss being sunk whilst sat on the bank.

Ricardo - collapsed after nailing a load of Polish piss

Ricardo brought the cans over and ended up drinking more than us. We left him in a pile as we headed up out into thr river. He was our only drive home so we had to wait til dusk until he could sober up (bonus was the spinner potential). We all sobered up for the evening rise which produced a 15 minute spell of fish-a-cast action on the spinners.



Pissed up trying to catch a San grayling with GP drag drift method



As i write this I am getting more sexually frustrated over the week and Roger's hairy bottom looks more appealing by the day when I get morning glory in the mornings........ I will let you know how things go on this week.......

Nice one

Glen





Me and JT - just before we went into the bushes together



Holy San, Day 2 - San Soul Breakers



Day 2 started early after a night on the lash in our luxury fishing hut. As I mentioned before, this hut is the bollox. It has drying out rooms for wet waders, full fly tying room, games room.....about everything you could imagine....like a fly fishing brothel!!



JT with a  proper San slab





Knocking out olive emergers in the 'lodge of dreams'



Still hung over from a heavy night, Richard our Polish guide took us to the 'islands pool' in our seven seater Citroeon mini-bus, all kitted out.  Driving around Poland to the River San, I have noticed that although this is a poor country it is extremely clean and people are very friendly.  Driving through the forest we have even seen the Polish lumber jacks who scare the shit out of me. They glare into my eyes through the van window and I have to put my hands over my arris, memories of 1970s classic film Deliverance starring Burt Reynolds!!....

Pulling up next to the river I realised what a place this is to fish..the scenery reminds me of Canada...even though I have not been there.  Huge valleys either side with loads of trees.....Richard the guide warned us of bears roaming in the woods and to be well aware if approached.  I fear the polish lumber jacks more than i do any bear!!


Everyone spread out on the mighty San

 We spread out across the river we approached a flat calm drifting pool.  I followed JT and the Geordie cunts Richie and John.  I gazed up the pool to see literally millions of pale waters hatching off.....were they on 'em? Oh yes they were!! I thought this was going to be easy takings until JT shouted across..these fish are no mugs and drag is a big no no.  I started to select small emerging olive paterns and covered fish taking olives waiting for fish to wallop the net...but this was not to be.  These fish were as selective and wised up as I have ever seen in any fishing I have ever done.  Watching these rising fish was something else....half an hour had gone and even JT had struggled to rise a fish to his artifical. It was time to get my head on and really get a grip of these fish.
I saw a fish at the rear of mesipping the full dun I could tell by the rise form this was a grayling and I knelt down in the water and spent a full hour trying to get this fish to take my olive.  In the end it came down to a 10x tippet with a size 21 pale watery, a drag free drfit and the lady calming sipped it down and I tigtened into my first San grayling.  What a joy!! But hard......I can't explain what it takes to catch such wised up fish....a San soul breaker.  To watch your artificial duns drfit past..these fish don;t even twitch a fin.  I now relaxed as I had caught a fish and went to fish a streamy pool for some action.  There I selected my LTD and twictched it through a streamy pool where it produced six small wild brownies....not really my style but I needed a destress from fishing those flat calm pools. 

JT and Richie waiting for the hatch

All the lads were having the same problems and Roger was also having problems getting a hard on. I decided to go solo and find some spots for myself and ventured into another flat calm pool full of specimen sized brown and graylings. These two were rising heavily but I knew they were going to be no mugs again.  After one hour i sat on the grass after using all my fly box and not getting a take and just sat deflated at the river edge, sparked up a Benson, started to look again at what was going on and selected a special fly JT had given me earlier in the day.  It was an olive emerger with three tails that hung in the water and obvious bright green ribbon with a CDC tuft sticking above the water.  I could see that these fish were taking pale watery emergers and were ignoring every dun that went past.  Three casts later and three cracking wild browns all above pound and a half mark all fighting like virgin hooked browns!!  From sheer frustration to sheer joy.....I had chosen the perfect fly after numerous flops and personally i think it was down to the colouration of the ribbing as I had used other emergers with different colours to no avail.
This river San gives you more ups and downs than a moody girlfriend....

Our guide Ricardo with his massive Polish sausage

The lads liined up where the stag crossed the river

Our guide Richard shouted us up for dinner which comprised of sausages fully barbecued on a wild camp fire. All the lads were starving and made short work of the grub on offer. After dinner the lads got back in the river and I saw one of the most insane things ever.  JT and the Geordies were lined across the a pool and a huge stag came dashing through the woods and dived into the river 50m in front of the 3 lads and swam the full width of the river back into the wilderness....we all stood there in amazement.  A memory I will never forget.

The day comes to an end on the San River

The evening for me was a failure as I was still tired from the last nights lash up. JT found a pod of 40cm grayling and battered them with his spinner in a magic hour spell.   We all headed back to the van where our guide Richard had set up a camp fire, baking local Polish potatoes. Starving again, all of the lads huddled around and scoffed the potatoes before getting into the van and making our way back to the lodge. We got back to the lodge with talk of fishing and got in the hot showers....but not all at the same time.
We all sat down for the evening meal which comprised of sausage meat burgers. Later on it turned into a full lash up in hard core Polish style.

Roger 'big bollox' Bryant

I must admit at this point that i am rooming with old leek and district chum Roger Bryant a good old friend of mine from LADFFA who as it turns out farts like i have never heard in my life.  Roger tells me that I talk in my sleep and i keep shouting sexual obscenities about John Tyzack. I am getting worried about this as I dont have these feelings in real life!!! Something else i must say is that Roger has the biggest pair of bollox I have ever seen in my life!! his ball sack hangs to just below the back of his knees when released from his y fronts!
Nice one
Glen

JT wastes no time......into a clunker on the San

JT's Magnificant 7 hit Polands famous river San (Day 1)

Arrived on the holy San today with JT, Clive, Roger B, Steve, and Geordie cunts Richy and Johnny.....
After a early hour flight we arrived in Poland at 10 am and were picked up by Polish Richard and driven to our digs...
The house we are stopping in is owned by Wojtek, a house made to fit a group of anglers, we have a chef,  our fly tying room, infact its the bollox!!
Standing at the rear of our fishing home is the river San and seeing it was something else, a huge wide river with rifles all over and just looks like fishing heaven...
We could not wait and after some Polish mushroom soup we all got onto the river...
I walked down with Johnny M  and we spotted rises going off all over a steady flowing pool, my heart was in my mouth as I saw huge browns head and tailing taking olives which were coming off in thousands!!! these olives were hatching in blizzards!!, something I have never seen....

A cracking wild San Brownie - pure class!

Johhny M shouted me over as he hooked into a clunking brown on his first few casts...I had not even put my leader on and was already taking pictures of a brown pushing the 3lb mark, wild and pure beauty...
I soon got myself set up and put on a JT olive, i covered a few fish  that were rising in a pool before i could reach my huge brown....slowley the fish came upto the olive and sipped it down as cool as they come and i tightened into my first San brown, not a big fish but a cracking wild brown...i was in the zone and looked across this huge river in awe as to what the week might bring me....

My first San fish - small, but wild and beautiful

I quitey waded over to the huge brown, every 10 seconds it would head and tail, a fish of around 4lb!! i usually count this rise as a spinner take but the duns were struggling to get off and were drifting around 20 yards and this fish was taking advantage and sipping away with no energy spent... i worked out the flow and knew that it was a one fish cast....i placed my fly bang in the zone, the fish calmly follwed the olive and calmly sipped it down... heart in the mouth stufff and i struck low and hard and the fly came straight out of its mouth back behind me!! the big gun just drifted to the depths as to say 'unlucky'... i had just pulled out of the fish of a life time.....ltd (nearly)
I was thinking this river was going to be easy but this was far from the truth, we had arrived in the middle of a huge hatch and the fish were 'on it'


7 of us were all dotted around this huge river and pulling the odd fish but the fish just switched off, hatches were insane, but these fish are spoilt and they can feed whenever they feel they need to...and getting your presenatation right is pure critical..

The hatch goes off and waiting for the spinners the start falling

We all had a few hours fishing but we were all fucked and the air went cold and it was time to get back to our fishing lodge.. the fish had just smacked us in the face and turned off.....i had thought this river was going to be easy but i soon realised that this would not be the case......





We all went back to the lodge and were made tea by Wojtek's wife, a superb cook.........

 

Everyone gathered - before getting rat arsed



Me and JT planning our trip for the next day on the San River




Pissed as a cunt - ready for some ATM




Professor Pointon reads up on the San River (glasses borrowed from the Geordie cunt)



Well it was all set up for a mellow night but JT got the beers out and it was a night of pure crack!! with some of the funniest stories i have every heard...

All the lads we have with us are quality lads and it sure going to be one of them weeks u never forget....

I am sitting writing this at 12.30 am and we have had a day to remember today but will post about that tomoz...

Nice one

Glen



A Spot of Grayling fishing on the Dove is just too good...

Spoke to Woody in the day and he mentioned that the rivers were running slightly up with some colour pushing through, i decided that i would give Dovedale a go as i knew what would be happening.....fish going mental!!!
Before i arrived i decided that i shall go for the Grayling and bug with pink hoping to pick out any Ladies as not trout, i only enjoy fishing for trout on the dry and have found that trout tend to stay away from pink so this was my challange for the evening...
On arriving i saw top lad Adam Booth and he had been out on the dry all day and had bags of fish, i soon thought about going on the dry but it was gettin on and there were not many rises going off...
I went with a two bug set up and fish with a heavy point to clunk the bottom, i fished all my known holes from the winter and even explored a new sections of the river...

1lb 14oz of Dove beauty

My first half hour produced nothing and it took me a while to get in the flow of my bugging style, its been a while since i fished with the bugs and it soon started to come back to me...JT taught me this method and i feel it is the best method to fish if you want to catch fish....it took me months of hard work before i got 'the feel'....something that anglers who use this method will know what i mean...it all looks very easy but this is far from the truth, when learning i would stand along JT and fish the same method as him and he would be banging them out and i would have the odd fish! i now have this method sorted and it can be devastating Grayling...
Well the first half hour was poor due to myself being slightly rusty and then it all went mad...in 2 hours i caught 7 Gralyling all over a pound and two clunkers that both went 1lb15oz on my scales..two absolute cracking fish taken on a JT flashback tyed by myself...
The fish were 'at it' too, fighting harder than i knew Grayling could, one giving me a tail walk which was heartstopping as it was one of the 1lb 15oz ers!!
I did think that i should be still fishing the dry for the trout but i just could not weight to get on the Grayling and boy did i enjoy it...

Nice one
Glen

Poppy Pointon n Annie Rose on the fly and LTD

Annie on the net waiting for action

Well i have had my little chickens over the last few days and since they were born i have dreamed of them fishing with me at some point.....
I have taken them the Wye once and once the stones were being thrown in i had to call it a day after 2 mins!!

Well Popps is 5 and Annie nearly 3, yes too young to take them fishing yet but everytime i ask them to go there little face light up and i just cant help myself to give it a go...they have never seen me catch a fish and this is a goal for me but on two occasions i have failed as they get bored after 5 mins..Wednesday i took them down to see Woody fish the Dove near Rocester, well this was a chance to get them to see a real fish for the first time, we arrived to the shouts across the river of WWWooooddddyyyy!!, my girls love Woody and always laugh when i mention him so they were keen to get there...

The river was shocking for rising fish, infact i think the Dove has been very poor this year but thats another story...

Poppy n Annie living the dream

It looked like we were on for a blank when Woody got the bugs out as this was going to be the only way to get a fish...watching Woody fish was a pleasure, he has come on to be a very good angler and fishes very well, far from when i met him a few years ago on the bridge at Elly, he catches fish whenever he goes and his whole fly selection and presentation is as good as any these days...Woody is also a very good friend and has done things for me that only a proper mate would do, through my ban on Leek and district he stuck by me through this tuff time and stuck his neck on the block without batting a eye lid..a 'proper sound youth' where i come from...

Well before long woodys line stopped and he tightened up into a beautiful Grayling and brought it over to my girls...there faces lit up with anticipation, they touched the fish and were loving it, i told them that this fish was the lady of the stream and they looked at it like magic as i do everytime i land one! 
A real special moment for me and one i wont forget and i dont think they will...
We left Woody after a few more fish shouting WWWooodddyyy all the way home...

Tonight i got the chance to take them down to the stepping stones at dovedale, my plan to get daddy to catch a fish for them so i could be there hero for the night!
I knew i would struggle and opted to play around the stones pool until i saw a fish rise, this never happened and it was time to give Poppy her first proper casting lesson, shes a left hander and boy did she pick it up, pausing and the back cast and putting a line out!!! wicked!!
The river is in the saddest state i have seen, it so low it looks nothing like the river i knew last year, time will tell but i feel if the rain comes the Dove will fish its head off for trout in late September...
I tried to fish but had no chance, there were no rises and i just was happy to watch Poopy casting a fly while Annie Rose thrashed the water with my net!!
At the end of the session i still could not catch one for my girls but this day will come soon i hope..
On the way home Poppy asked why i had not caught? i said its very hard to catch a fish and she said 'but Woody caught them last night'!! what more could i say...

Was i living the dream? oh yes, we all were!!!

Nice one

Pure Magic