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Black Friday

May 29th, 2009 No comments

Up at 4 this morning for a bit of a fish, got out to the car only to discover that some bastard’s broken in with a crowbar and pinched both my flytying kit and a chainsaw. So I go fishing and Peter’s lake is in flood, the Drava is pouring in and it changes colour and comes up about a foot while we’re there. I catch what could be a small carp, but I see some bigger ones, including one that follows to the boat and another which eats. There are carp moving amongst the reeds. Kind of interesting if not very productive. I think come summer when carp are eating bugs then all these lakes will be fun.

So I seem to average one break-in a year. I’ve had a couple of cars broken into in the UK, twice now in Hungary, a bunch of times in Australia – four maybe, once in NZ. Never in America or Canada. And it’s never very good for me, there’s always fishing gear stolen and usually some tools. Although this is the first time I’ve lost a flytying kit…

“How was work tonight, dear?”
“Fantastic, got this chainsaw.”
“Wow, lovely, looks almost brand new!”
“Yep, can only have been used once or twice at the most.”
“They simply must promote you to Master Criminal after this!”
“Any day now.”
“What else did you get?”
“I also got this squirrel skin, could be roadkill.”
[pause] “Squirrel skin?”
“Yes, and some fur that could be from a Seal. I think they smoke it.”
“They smoke Seal’s Fur?”
“And look shedloads of Tungsten Beads.”
“Who smokes Seal’s Fur?”
“And if I’m not mistaken that could be fur from Ram’s Testicles…”

 

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Hitting the distance

May 28th, 2009 No comments

Some people spend most of their lives trying to throw a Javelin further. You don’t hear, “Well let’s see some accuracy now”, or “I can’t throw javelins but I catch woolly mammoths”. And yeah ok, I admit it, I’m a flyfishing fishcatcher first and foremost. Always will be. And yes of course learning to cast further will make you a better caster, which in turn will catch you more fish and make you better in bed, because if the fish doesn’t see your fly you’re not even in the game. We all know that.

Distance casting is actually really very easy. I’ll admit it didn’t use to be. Five years ago I had no idea what it was I needed to do. But now that I’ve worked it out, it’s suddenly become very much easier. So what is it? What is the “secret to distance casting”? It’s really very simple: you have to work out the right amount of line you need to carry – with an XXD5 that’s around 86ft, with a 90ft DT5 it’s 90ft (unless you want finger burn) – and then get it moving as straight and as fast as you possibly can.

Now that may seem very simple – and it is – but for some reason there are many people out there who think a shorter slower stroke is going to cast further than a longer faster stroke. To them I say, “how?”

The Casting Lane at Latohead. Not much room for error there!

The Casting Lane at Latohead. Not much room for error there!

Stormy weather

May 27th, 2009 No comments

Went to bed with storms, got up to storms, and I haven’t been eating beans. In fact it’s been cold and raining for most of the day here in Naggashagga. I don’t mind a bit of cold and rain when I go fishing – in fact I love it – but the oxbow which is normally clear is flooded out. So that doesn’t leave me with many fishing options at the moment. Which kind of sucks. I really have to get my Lake Geykenyes ticket sorted out ASAP. That will at least open up Carp fishing opportunities (and I’ve had both Pike and Asp out of Geykenyes – so it should be good).

Anyway I’ve been on a mission to sort out my flytying kit. At first I was going to create some sort of new funky box thing, but I changed my mind and decided to stick all the materials I don’t use in a separate box and just keep the bits I need in the small tool box I’ve been using for the last five years. Tonight I will be tying black leeches for Catfish.

The mobile flykit, fully organised until it flips over.

The mobile flykit, fully organised until it flips over.

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Machete

May 26th, 2009 No comments

What with Cherry giving birth to Rambo the Jacuzzi and us releasing the Flycasting Definitions I haven’t had a great deal of time to cast a line in the last two days. I managed to get to Latohead this afternoon for a grass-killing session and a machete track-making trip down to the river. The river is high and still dirty. Bollocks. Still summer is great at the moment, 31 degrees today, although 14 degrees by the end of the week?? WTF is that all about?

Tomorrow back to the early starts now the dogs are taking care of themselves. Mosquitoes can be pretty bad down there but tomorrow I won’t be wearing shorts. Apparently my sister wants to marry a Congolese born-again Christian called Dieu Merci. It’s all happening.

Down at the Drava with my Machete

Down at the Drava with my Machete

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First Bass

May 23rd, 2009 No comments

If you’re waiting for an email from me, I’m sorry, there are still unanswered emails in my previous computer and getting them out of there is proving hard! I’m enjoying the Mac now, my only real criticism is that the two USB ports are too close together and, for all the good it does, there may as well be only one.

Anyway, sod that, was out teaching today, on Peter’s lake, which was good, there were actually more people flyfishing today that bait fishing, so that was interesting! And the best news is that Peter the Pig Hunter lands his first fish on fly – a Bass. He then goes on to repeat the experience and so now he’s officially joined the Brotherhood.

The Drava is very dirty at the moment, even the backwater I was planning to fish last week. This Monday I buy the kayak. If it means we can’t afford to connect electricity to Latohead because I spent the last of my dosh on a kayak then we’ll just have to use candles. And it will be romantic… apart from the cold showers.

Peter's first Bass on fly.

Peter's first Bass on fly.

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Zonkered

May 22nd, 2009 No comments

Bit of a late night flytying session involving far too much Palinka and some very good SF. It’s surprising that we tied any flies, let alone had a competition, erm which we won’t talk about. Well OK I will, I think the competition was to tie a fly that looked most like one of Lars’ flies, which would have been fine and I would have won but for the fact that we didn’t have any of the right materials. For some strange reason however, Peter started his stopwatch. I don’t know if he was expecting all the flies to be identical and that this was a tie-breaker or if it was some cunning ploy to get us to tie quicker, but whatever it was it didn’t work. You simply can’t rush professionals.

30 minutes later Farazs emerged from a frenzy of feathers to finish off his first one (he went on to tie another), being far more meticulous than him, I was still at the stage of selecting materials. Zsombar was way behind, and in fact was a non-finisher. We also tied a few rabbits for pike and some damsel nymphs for bass. Slightly different to be tying around a table and not around a campfire. I’m going to figure out a way of tying around the campfire at Latohead, perhaps I’ll invent the campfire flytying chair. It will have wheels and whistles.

Flytying with Palinka

Flytying with Palinka

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Chocolate

May 21st, 2009 No comments

Bit of a late start this morning, and I headed up to Latohegy for a lunchtime fish – thought I’d have a look at the river, see if I could temp a chub or nail a pike – but the view from Latohead said it all: Chocolate. And rather than drive down to one of the oxbows and fight it out with the mozzies and lack of kayak (£300 by the way, looking for a second hand one), I decided that instead I’d whip out the chainsaw and do some tree surgery… I know I know, WTF?, but I’ll fish the backwater tomorrow and I have a flytying night lined up tonight which will involve a few friends and some Palinka. You’ll see it here first.

Fantastic hanging out at Latohead by the way, 31 degrees today, summers in Hungary can be really warm – and there’s something very nice about owning some land. Latohegy (pronounced “Latohead”) is going to be our first Sexyloops School/Vineyard. There’s a bit of a mosquito hell down in the woods at the bottom so I spend most of my time at the top burning stuff.

View over the Drava River a couple of hours ago.

View over the Drava River a couple of hours ago.

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Dog tired

May 20th, 2009 No comments

So I got up this morning at 3am. I know no one will believe me but it’s true. And in a change of plan I went to Lake Balaton with Peter the Pig Hunter, Farazs and Zsombar. The plan was to be there for dawn, and Peter and I would have made it, but we had to wait for the other guys because Zsombar had a pair of waders for Peter to wear. And they were late. But in the end it didn’t actually matter because the bloody wind was blowing into the shore, and that means one thing: no Asp.

Lake Balaton is the largest lake in Central Europe, it’s approximately the same size as Lake Taupo in NZ, although unlike Taupo its deepest point is only about 12 metres with an average depth of about 3. In places you can walk for half a kilometer from the shore and still keep the temperature gauge dry. Romans used to come here for thermal baths, wine drinking and orgies. Some of them may have fished for Asp. But they probably wouldn’t have caught very many, especially if it was windy. Because being such a shallow lake any wind quickly discolours the water and there goes your fishing.

So we carried on to the other side of the lake by catching a ferry to get there. It’s not dawn now and the sun is giving us bright light, which we don’t really want because Asps don’t like it and prefer low light. It’s not looking good, but Farazs catches one by mistake. We’re standing on a stone wall and he flings his fly out there. And as it lands a fish eats it. Which is great for Farazs and there are other Asps moving too. So there I was, planning the Fly Blog in my head, working out how I was going to talk about Farazs’ good luck and offer to go halves on a lottery ticket, when bingo, he does it again. So now he’s had two fish, and no one else has had any, unless you count the very small one I skillfully caught first thing in the morning, and that’s it.

I can’t think of anything else to say on the matter. Back to the Drava tomorrow. Balaton Bazdmeg.

Farazs and his lucky Asp number two. Peter the Pig Hunter casts in the foreground.

Farazs and his lucky Asp number two. Peter casts in the foreground

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Two Fish Tuesday

May 19th, 2009 No comments

So just back from Black Bass fishing. Black Bass have been in Hungary since 1895 (I think – I found this fact using a quick search). I haven’t caught any from the main Drava river itself, but there are connected lakes and backwaters which host bass, and one of these is Peter’s lake. We were on the water at 4.30am this morning FFS, which meant I got up at 4am. I love mornings; they’re my favourite time of the day.

First black bass took a white rabbit, the second took a damsel nymph. I missed one other. So that’s just great. Up at 4am for two fish. And they’re not exactly monsters. Tomorrow however I think life could get interesting, because I’ve found another backwater which could be fantastic. It’s long, probably a good thousand metres, I’ve seen bass, I’ve heard stories of pike and big asp and I’m off to buy a kayak, because flyfishing in the jungle doesn’t look like much fun here.

Most people wouldn’t be able to do this fishing because they wouldn’t be able to cope with the early starts.

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Welcome to the Sexyloops Flyblog

May 18th, 2009 No comments

While we’re updating various aspects of the Sexyloops site, I’ve decided to launch Flyblog, which is really a flyfishing blog as opposed to a flytying one. (I know that will come as a relief to many people.. but there will be flies, and good ones). I’m doing some new funky fishing at the moment – well it’s new to me anyway, and because it’s new it’s going to help me to keep a diary.

Sunrise over Latohegy

Sunrise over Latohegy


So this is the current situation. I was up at 4.30 am this morning, which will come as a complete surprise to everyone who knows me, especially when I tell you that I went to bed first. Armed with a small white rabbit zonker that I tied last night, fishing with a new mate of mine here in Hungary, called Peter. Now before you think I mean Peter aka Skeg, I don’t, I mean Peter the Pig Hunter. Everyone here in Hungary is either called Peter, Adam, Balzac or Zoltan. In fact it’s either illegal or you need special permission to name your child anything else. You can’t name your child Zonker or Salmon for example, because those names are not allowed. I don’t know why.

Peter the Pig Hunter

Peter the Pig Hunter


Anyway, here while living in Hungary, which will probably be for most of the summer, I have options to fish the Drava River, which is about 300m for Mancamp Latohead, and where I fished this morning. Here supposedly one can find big Asps, Barbel, Pike, Catfish, Chub and Sturgeon for all I know. Mostly I fantasize about catching big Asp, interspersed with big Barbel, for a change. I don’t fantasize about catching Chub, although this morning a couple of Chub would have been welcome, especially – but not essentially – big ones.

Waiting for the hatch

Waiting for the hatch.


As well as the Drava there is Lake Geykenyes, which has big Catfish (200lbs big), Pike, Asp and so on. I’m going to buy a season license to fish Geykenyes this week. Peter the Pig Hunter manages a small lake between Geykenyes and the Drava, it has a name but I have no idea what it is. We will call it Peter the Pig Hunter’s lake. There are black bass on Peter’s lake and the plan is to catch them all tomorrow because the Drava is extremely high and coloured at the moment. The Drava starts its journey somewhere in Italy and is snowmelt.

Casting on the Drava

Casting on the Drava


Further afield there is Lake Balaton, which is good for Asp and I also fish the Duna/Danube River upsteam of Budapest from time to time. Ok I have to get Tonio’s FP ready for tomorrow, tie some Bass flies, get myself out of email-hell.

Cheers, Paul