Thursday, 21 April 2011

Roslin Glen, Some Nice Trout And My Worst Nightmare.

I've had a couple of very short outings down the Water of Leith since my last post but, didn't think I had much to report. A couple of small trout but not much. If I have to be brutally honest, its just not the same as what once was down the WOL. This will bring me to what I will talk about later but, for now, this is about the Glen.....

When your standing about Edinburgh, waiting on buses, in all your fishing clobber, you attract your fair share of lost its. First one of the day came in the form of this geazer which bounded up to me pointing at my fishing rod, asking me, you going fishing mate, aye? You have a fishing rod...... No, I am going to a Fancy dress party at my local Thursday morning nightclub, I thought I'd go as a golfer, there's my bus...
Loanhead bound I was, from there I was headed down the valley.

Looking Down The Esk Valley.

The Radio told me that morning it would be a high of no more than 13c, overcast and fog most of the day. By the time I was standing on this bridge, it was clear this would not be the case, already by 10.30am the sun was beaming down.
I planned to walk the whole glen, from the bottom up, which is no easy task, in fact it can be rather hairy at some points. It starts of easy but near the top is a different story.


Enter The Glen!

It didn't look like a dry fly day that was sure, it was still early and already way too bright. So, on with a Size 14 hares ear variant ( A wee bit twinkle added and a lot of lead) and a wee partridge and orange spider. The river in the glen is quite wild, very fast deep runs. Over millions of years the river has cut through this bed of sandstone, creating these parts where its no more than 5 foot wide but bloody deep. If there not on the top you need to get down there.


Most of the action was down this stretch, mostly dew to the weather, as soon as I turned this corner the sun blasted straight down the glen, blinding me and anything else looking up at it, no doubt.
First couple were both on the hares ear, nothing of any size really but, they were there.

One thing I have noticed this year so far is the fly life, I don't think I have ever seen it so good. I cant remember a year where I was scared to stand on the caddis fly larvae. Its a marked difference from years gone by, not only with the caddis but so many other things. Its good to see that after years of industrial abuse things can recover to this level.

The Esk these days has come on leaps and bounds, it used to run this funny tea colour when i was growing up, now it is as clear as a highland stream with the insect life to match. It makes you see that man does not need to help these places along to recover (other than stop polluting), the river will do it its self.
Next couple of trout were more like it, two decent sized fish, a little out of condition from the winter but, still nice trout.


As i turned into the sun it really did die, the odd fish on the rise but the weather killed it.
This brings me on to the second lost it of the day. Fishing away to my wee self i hear this voice from about ten feet above me.... Yie caught onyhin mate? A few, i answer. Aye, ah seen that wan risin just above yie. Aye, its no risin now i wanted to say but got to be polite, unless you want to risk a big lump o sandstone chucked from ten foot above your head. Aye, he said, the biggest ave had up here's been a twelve poondar...... But, that was on a lure though. Now what do you say to that? Who was he trying to impress? Me or the five year old kid with him? I figured the five year old kid didn't have a clue what a twelve poondar was so, it must be me. I quickly shuffled my way out of rock chucking distance.

Now to the nightmare.

I was trolling the Internet and come across this forum entry. It was a old post so i never answered but by hell am gonnie have a rant here!!!

http://www.fishingaround-scotland.com/apps/blog/entries/show/2146634-the-river-esk-midlothian

Right, There is only one part of this I agree with.

"i would like to see this river given back its life and would welcome any interest from anyone who would like to see the same so that this river can be fished by man and boy for years to come."

The last thing this river needs is to be pumped full of tame hand fed trout that only make the wild stocks compete. I have seen what this has done to rivers in the past, both with the lower reaches of the Esk and the Water Of Leith. Most of the stockies get killed by the maggot chuckers in the first few weeks (Fill the freezers of the locals, not even the folk who catch) and the wild stocks grow to no more than the size of your hand. The North Esk used to be stocked and the river was rubbish, that's why they don't do it any more, no? Why cant people just leave it alone to look after its self? I don't just mean, don't stock but, just don't kill, then there is no need to stock tame alien fish.

The fact is, maggot chuckers wouldn't be there if stupid fish were also, not there.
If your going to manage a river, do it right. That does not mean throwing a load of "Wan poondars" in the water.

This is the last year the Water Of Leith will be stocked, I am so glad about this. Give it 4 years and i hope it will be as good as the North Esk.
I am sorry if i have offended but, this is the way i see it.
I will now leave you with more pictures from the glen.....

Following the walk of the otter.



Thursday, 7 April 2011

Mission 22.

Yesterday, I had a few hours to spare so thought I'd pop down my local stretch of the Water Of Leith at Cannonmills. After a short bus journey I got down the river, took one look, about turned and went home. The rain over night had risen the river over a foot and I really couldn't be bothered arguing with that!
So, of home I went and got stuck into a few flies.
I've had a bit of hook fetish the past few weeks, scanning the Internet and tackle shops for all different shapes and sizes ranging from extreme klink-hamers to size 22's.
The next 3 flies were all tied on Varivas curved shank #22.

Some extra fine tippet will definately be called for!
I'd be here all day if i was to post everything i have been tying lately but these will all give you an idea.
These last two are both size 16.



Monday, 4 April 2011

Two Rivers One Weekend.

Summers here!
I've been holding off the fishing up till now even though the weathers been great all the way through the last two weeks of March. I didn't want to be disappointed by heading out somewhere only to find I had wasted my time.
So, the 1st of April came and as per usual I was of down the Water Of Leith to see if that really good weather we had hurried things up a bit.

One thing I love about the Water Of Leith is you have a good few miles of river, all accessible by bus. If you get tired with one stretch just pop round the corner, jump the next bus and take your pick.

So, I decided to start up by Slateford where I thought would be the best place to find shelter from the wind and maybe even see a rise or two. Not long after I started, the first fish of the season fell, nothing sizable and as it turned out the only one of the day.

Fishing was slow, the river felt like it still had a lot of waking up to do.

Trout No1.

I think more walking than fishing was done, working my way up stream to Currie, stopping where it looked good, I did feel kind of dead though.

Still not put off too much of I went out again on Sunday this time to the North Esk at Roslin Glen to see how that fared.

Roslin Glen Falls

It was quite late by the time I got down there, about 2pm but instantly you could see everything the Water Of Leith was missing only two days before. The Olives were out in force with the trout taking them in decent numbers all around. This didn't last though, within the time it took me to set up the hatch had finished but it was great to see after such a quiet day before.

Don't fish Roslin Glen if you fancy a nice little stroll along the river bank!
Most of the river is only accessible through some acrobatic rock climbing and treacherous wading, its worth it though, what you find is stunning.

It wasn't long till the first one of the day came to the net, not far down from the castle, nothing sizable but that don't matter.

After some more rock climbing I managed to scramble my way back up past the castle to above the falls where the second of the day fell. This time, not a bad size and had already well fattened up after the winter.

Its a shame I only managed a few hours down here. It would have been great to have spent the the whole day properly exploring the glen, not just skiming the surface.

I think I will be spending quite a lot of time down the North Esk this year.

Roslin Castle.

Tuesday, 8 March 2011

Tweeddale Trout Fishery

OK, its all finally got too much for me, I had to get out, its been a long cold winter and I'm sick of the bloody sight of Edinburgh.
A good friend of mine was coming up from down south for a few days so, it had to be done. The venue was a new one to us, I have past it on a few occasions heading down the Borders but, never thought of checking it out till now. So, yesterday morning the 3 of us traveled up just past Gifford, on the Duns road to Tweeddale...

Tweeddale

When we left Edinburgh, the sun was out, looked like it was going to be a nice day. By the time we got there the wind had really picked up. I wasn't holding up much hope of getting anywhere with my wee #3 river rod. First up, pay the man, 4 hours catch and release will do in this wind we think.

Tweeddale has 3 pools, the top, much larger pool which I never even attempted because of the wind, a slightly smaller but more sheltered middle pool and the bait pool further down the hill. I figured my best chance would be to try get my self out the wind as much as possible or, go hire a heaver rod. I managed to find a relatively sheltered spot with the wind behind me and proceeded to catch the back of my hood with my flies every few casts. The water was freezing, I figured I'd have to get as deep as possible so all those weighted nymphs and gold heads I have been tying all winter came in very handy.

About an hour had past before we seen a fish, first one of the day fell to Ben, a good 3lb.......

Tweeddale Rainbow

At this point my camera gave up the ghost. Just in time for me to get my first one of the day, a little smaller than Ben's, caught on a pheasant tail but, it has to be said, these fish don't hang about, really good fighters and amazing quality, stunning fish!

About an hour past until the next one again fell to Ben, smaller than his first but still a hard fighter. By this time Mike had a bit of a face on being the only one who hadn't caught. Unlucky for him the next one after this fell to me again, this time on a rather psychedelic gold headed woven nymph. Thanks to Ben for use of his camera....

Last Of The Day.

Its not often I get my picture took as you can see, I wont let it happen all that often that's for sure. I much prefer looking at pictures of my hands, they look better than my face, mind you, so does the trout!

All in all though, I had a great day, defo beat of the winter blues. I must admit, I will be back to Tweeddale, the people are very friendly and helpful and the fish are top quality.

4 fish caught and one very sick Mikey, better luck next time mate!

Thursday, 10 February 2011

Fly Box 2011

Its been a long time, I said I would go quiet over the winter.
I may be quiet on the whole internet thing but, this doesn't mean the fishing has been completely forgotten about.

Thought i'd stick up a few pictures of the past few months of fly tying which, as you can see, turned into a bit of a nymph obsession.
The next few pictures i've posted, could be better. I have found taking pictures of something so small is not easy on a standard digital camera.

Gold Head Pheasant Tail

Sawyers Killer Bug

Sawyers Pheasant Tail

Gold Ribbed Hares Ear

Woven Nymph

Now on to the drys....

Edit!
i've just been shown i may not have been using the camera properly, better pictures up soon.

Monday, 8 November 2010

A Rare Find...

When you are walking through the centre of Edinburgh in November, you would expect to see certain things; perhaps lots of busses, some cars, a fair few people, loose dogs and maybe even the odd chip wrapper....

None of these I would want to pick, take home and eat.

The last thing you would expect to see when walking through Edinburgh is a huge grape vine, laden with grapes growing over a wall on a very busy street!

I found one.

Does It Look Like A Grape Vine?

What About Now?

And Now?

There It Is!

As I was having a sneaky wee pick, there were people dressed in suits hurrying, joggers huffing and police doing, well, what police do going past. I just can't figure out how I am the first one to notice this!

Grapes!

I never meant to arrange the grapes to say the word "Ska". It clearly does though. Call it a Happy Accident!

Rather chuffed!