Monday, 17 October 2011
Thursday, 6 October 2011
|left to right...Roger Bryant, Steve N, John Aussie, JT, Richy M, John M, Andy C, Richardo|
|John Aussie cunt|
|Ricardo what a top bloke!!|
|wojtek polish twat|
|Notice the Sherry spinner with the upright wings, the bright orange is a huge giveaway, the grayling and trout would 'lock on' to the upwing!!!|
|Jts footprint olive is a perfect match for the Pale Waterie Duns size 21!!|
|Above the islands, presenting a dry in this is not for the faint hearted!!!|
|Geordie John wore Vision gear and looked a right twat|
|Big cunt Steve..ppp|
|'They say it changes when the sun goes down'|
|JT n Cliffy, Jt kept missing his lips and Cliffy was singing artic monkeys all night!!Class|
|Bryant on the piss, my room mate...we had endless night of filthy sex together xxx|
The night on the lash really battered us for the day and arriving at Balaclava the next day we all trudjed off quietley to our pools, Andy C had a 3 hour kip in the sun and woke up with a snake not far from him!!!
Last year fishing at balaclava i lost the fish of my life and hoped i would get rewarded with my hard efforts to land one of these clunkers that we all want to the dry...
Today there was a haze around and midday saw me and Richy get onto a huge pod of rising Grayling in a lovely hatch of PWO, we did not hang around and started to ping out 20 cm grayling to emerging duns and full duns, within half hour of the hatch the big boils started leaving huge bubbles the size of a golf ball!!! heart pounding stuff....Richy and myself had our chance and basically fucked it up....we were rising big 50cm grayling hooking them and the tiny 22 hooks were pinging out there mouths, richy hooked a monster and it dumped him in the weed instantly....we were gutted.....how could we possibly land these massive sippers on size 22 barbless, 0.06 mm tippet??? we could not get takes using heavier line and bigger lines...Jt has done it in the past with a 49cm which is some feat...
Night came and we all trudged back to the van for the trip back to the lodge....i was contantly thinking of ways to land these fish...It came to me as i spoke to Wojtek at the lodge...he said 'Glen you cannot land these fish on such light tackle, you need to go to them'
On Friday night we decided to got to the local club in Leskow, our guide Richardo said we would have a top night there, it was nice to get out for a change of stopping in the house tying flys...
Arriving was a eye opener, we walked down into a basement to a pumping euro hardcore, polish headcases with skinned heads dancing to this mental base line!! now i am not new to this seen but its 20 years since i seen a club like this.... Richy got stuck with a polish Alcholic and he would not leave him alone pmsl!!We all got stuck into the Vodka and before long we were all puling shapes in the mosh pit!! lol... Roger Bryant sank a full bottle of vodka and was off his face on the dancefloor!! There was one problem...we were being eyeballed by every polish lad in there, infact some of them never took there eyes off us...us English are always up for a ruck if needed but we were out for the crack and did not fancy a night in the polish cells!!! we stuck it out until i was having a fag outside, a polish lad came out shouting his head off..i heard his mention England at the end of his sentence, i turned to Richardo our polish guide and asked if it was time to go... he said yes!!! We rounded the lads up and were away in the van like the A team with stares outside the club!!! Near miss i thinks but a experience to say the least..
We all had the choice to fish where we wanted and my fishing parter Richy and myself decided to go to the Islands where we had good success on the first day, i knew the fish were there but getting them to take a dry here was very hard indeed...
we had learnt in the week all the flys we needed to get the takes, the most productive being a size 22 f fly with a very pale green/white dubbing...sitting for hours in flat water you get to see what is actually going on with the Grayling feeding...many a top angler will say a f fly is taken just for anything, this maybe true in some respects but on this occasion they were taking them for pale waterie as they were free of the shuck...i could see the fish only taking the emerging dun... our green f fly was imitating the moment where the wings are still flat down and the grayling loved them....the problem as i knew was going to be holding onto a big fish if it happened...i had taken note of Wojtek and had set my plan to hook and go to the fish....
Me and Richy had a L shape into a lovely scour and sat waiting for the fish to rise, a French group of lads pulled up in there van and looked gutted we were in this pool, they started to have dinner right infront of us making lots of noise!! this really pissed me off as they were trying to distract our fishing so we would move on...we were not having it and i think they got the hint as they must have spoken English as i shouted a few words across to the lads!!
Well some things happen in fishing and at this moment all my hard work repaid me over the last two years visiting the San..
I could see a grayling rising 20 yards away from me and i did not want to move downstream to spook the fish infront of me...i was pucking the odd 25/30 cm out and in the corner of my eye i kept seeing this fish feeding heavily... i pulled out a long line and covered the fish..it totally ignored my first few casts...the fish was rising at the back of a boil and it was slightly dragging my fly over it.. JT has taught me to present a beautiful presentation over the last few years and all my lesson paid me kindly... i did a huge downstream cast and threw a big slack lined loop across the boil...
Heart pounding thinking 'come on come on' and that lovely bubbled boil swept my f fly away..a side strike to my left and the rod sunk around...i then saw a huge bow wave come across the boil and saw the most magnificent moments in my fly fishing...the huge shape of a crimson bodied grayling came leaping clean out the water shaking its head!! i heard richy shout fuck me your into a proper san fish!!!
I shouted 'get the fucking camera'!!
The Fish was kiting for the fast water then back to the tree root downstream...in all the madness i realised i was was on 0.06 stroft..i was standing yards upstream in sidestrain holding the fish a best as i could but it was totally beating me about, i let of the power and ran down the river to the fish keeping only slight tension, i came along side the fish and to my amazement the fish was diving into a bolder shaking its head trying to release the hook..i lifted the fish away and it held at the side of me holding the flow...i was just holding the hook in and did not try to bully the fish...richy came running down though the river to give me a hand...we decided that i would hold it in the flow to the side of me and he would walk behind it and softly scoop it in the net, he got 5ft away and it spooked it into madness as it came around me diving away from the net hitting the richys legs!!! it started to go wild as it kept leaping out the water...i was in trouble as my fly excess fly line was downstream and this had caught my leader...
Now you see some mad moment in your life but Richy performed something for me i will never forget, he knew what this meant to us and he leaped across the river horizontal with the water, crashed underwater with just his head above and scooped the fish into his net... i stood there in amazement and he pulled it out the water and we both sceamed 'YESSS' ...I looked around and the French Twats who had been pissing about were all watching on the bank side with there faces dropped...they never even clapped or said 'well done', i did not care about them, me and Richy had just landed a fish of a lifetime, a perfect plump 47cm cock San Grayling...
We took him to a flat pool and rested it in the net for a minuite then got some snaps and released it back...the feeling i got was overwhelming, all the lads shook my hand at dinner and they were all buzzing for me..
After dinner they all went out fishing and i just found a secluded spot and sat and drank a few tinnies next to the river and soaked up a feeling only us specimen anglers have...winner
|Check out the San strain...crimson flanks|
|47cm cock San Grayling on a size 22 dry dont get any better for me.....|
Well this has got to be up there with my 23.13 carp , my first ever river Barbel, my Wye huge brown, and my Tean 2lb 2..
I know there is Grayling there above the 55 and i have seen them for my own eyes, i shall be back in search of one of these and a night out in the club Vegas!!!
|roger lands his last fish of the trip on a sherry spinner class|