Taking a Telling

Flies on the water

You have no idea how hard it is to capture aquatic flies in flight with a telephoto lens. This was best I could do!

Three reports, one post.

It has been a tough week on the fishing front, for me at least.

River Carron

Large Dark Olive

Loads of these ( I would call it an LDO) on the Carron. Fish weren’t looking at an imitation though

It was a nice evening Tuesday though quite windy and I got my gear together and headed down the River Carron. Now given the warm weather maybe seeking some fish in the deeper water further downstream around Larbert might have been wiser but I like to head to less busy areas. I parked up at the recycling plant at Headswood and as I was getting ready to fish, surrounded by loads of what I would call LDO’s, one of the River Bailiffs appeared from his patrol and stopped for a chat. I think he thought I was daft even contemplating fishing. “Haven’t seen a thing since last week ” he said and hardly any anglers out in the last week.  ” I think it will be hard going” he finished with.

Fly rods

Rods on the bank, I think I just brought them as ballast for all the good they did when used.

He was not wrong. I seen lots of wee fish rising, I assumed at the flies seen earlier but I only rose one myself on a dry and I fished the deeper pockets with some teensy tiny bugs and had not so much as an offer. Ended up more of a walk along and through the river carrying a couple of rods, than a fishing outing.

North Coulter

Thursday took a while to brighten up and that wind was not far away again. I headed up to Coulter not having been there at all this season. There were a few boats out but I was equipped to fish from the bank or wade. It was surprising how dull and windy it was up there and a chap coming off as I geared up came over and said, “there’s not a lot being caught, I struggled all afternoon and just got one at the death when one rose and I happened to have a dry on”. He was telling me that fishing from the boat had been really hard with the wind blowing the boat away from where he wanted to fish and in the end, he was giving up.

Caenis

The curse returns. Caenis.

I found myself wrapping up warmer than I intended, luckily I had my quilted under jacket in the back of the car and I have to say it was far from summery fishing along the margins. I set out to head right round to a far corner but as I walked I saw a fish rise close in and stopped to watch.  There were clearly a pod of fish gorging on something in the very shallow water and I threw a cast of three bushy wets their way. Utterly ignored. Over the next two hours I tried several different tactics and around 20 different flies and never had so much as a sniff but for rising one fish on a small size 18 black midge dry pattern. Yes, they would quieten down for a spell but they seemed to return and were evidently totally fixated on something just in or under the surface. For my part I had barely seen an insect…. that is until about quarter to ten when the wind finally slackened off and the fairly stiff wave became a gentle ripple. The surface was covered in tiny Caenis shucks and I was soon festooned in the things myself. It struck me as slightly early for them this year but maybe it is just this warm weather has brought them to the fore.

I tied on my smallest Caenis Pattern- a size 24 and tiny though it is it still dwarfs the real thing. It never got a look either and I ended up packing up and heading off back to the car and a bit warmth as frankly I was feeling the cold.

Pendreich Today

With warnings of thunderstorms and being on call I opted to stay close and have a few hours up at Pendreich not having been up since before my US Road Trip.

There were a fair few anglers on the water and they all spoke of the fish not even looking at their offerings and it being hard, and getting harder as the day brightened up after a hazy start. Maybe I should take a telling now, I have been warned twice this week already not to bother. I was there now and had the waders on I might as well give it a go.

Brown Trout

First of two today

The water was flat calm as I made my way up the bank and a few fish showed here and there. I decided a single fly on a tapered leader was a wise approach and something small, so I tied on a very small Shipman’s Buzzer in black. I roughed it up a bit on some velcro and applied gink tot he fly and degreased the tippet. A fish rose right out in front of me, My first cast landed on the spot and the fish simply took it with zero hesitation.

A Brown of about a pound, it came off easily as I was fishing barbless. I regreased the fly after drying it off and had been aware of a fish rising not three feet from the bank to my right. I stopped and watched and after a couple of minutes it rose again near the same spot just a wee bit further away. My first cast fell about three feet short, so I quickly lifted the fly off the water with as little disturbance as possible in a flat calm and recast. It landed in the right area and I waited. After about 20 seconds the fish rose with a fair splash about 8 inches to the right of my fly. In less flat conditions where the fly might have been invisible, I would have struck but I could see the tiny wee speck of fluff on the water and knew it was untouched.

Aquatic flies at Pendreich

A few of these wee beasties around today

Patience Kenny.

Another 20 seconds past then it simply sipped it off the top. Two fish in three casts. Not bad on a tough day. The weather brightened and the fish seemed to retreat to the depths so I called it a day after a wee explore around the east end, though I saw few fish there that I could reach. Finally the recent blank run was ended.