World Championship Fly Casting Week
Monday, 13 August 2018
It's the final preparations for the World Championships in Fly Casting which will be held in Millom, Cumbria next weekend, events starting Friday. Everyone will be busy doing their final tune-ups to their casting, organising their tackle and mentally preparing themselves. I'm really looking forward to this event, hopefully it will be the fairest event weather-wise and I have of course been making sacrifices to the Wind God for the past week. I've been donating bits of colourful fluff mostly, leaving some in trees, and various parts of the casting field. So I'm expecting a good wind, but also have been preparing for a bad wind, because history has taught me to do this!
Ho Hum Summer
Tuesday, 14 August 2018
I managed to fish down the Everglades mangals a few times over the last couple weeks. I had not been fishing there for a while. I was hoping that time will sooth the situation that Hurricane Irma left us. It is hard to see much improvement yet. The water is still very tannin stained and full of algae, but there are some fish playmates willing to have some fun.
It's not like the water in the brackish ‘glades was crystal clear to start with. The water usually carried some or a lot of tannins depending on the time of year, but sighting fish cruising along in the shallows used to be possible. Not now. It looks like it will take some time for things to settle out. The good news is some fish have habits that allow them to still be targeted.
Fishing or Training for the World Championship
Wednesday, 15 August 2018
I am truly looking forward to go to the World Championship in Fly Casting TOMORROW. Fair to say I should have trained my distance casting during the last days (better weeks). But then again NOTHING beats fishing! So I went fishing this morning again... ;)
Thursday, 16 August 2018
Our week has been taken up with casting practice for this weekend’s World Championships in Millom, Cumbria. By the time this FP is posted we should be on our way up north, no doubt stuck in a traffic jam on the M6 somewhere. I’m not sure either of us is going to be that competitive (given our poor form in practice) however we’re both looking forward to a great weekend, hooking up with a lot of old friends and getting to meet some we know through Facebook etc. for the first time.
per and neil fishing skålestrømmen
Friday, 10 August 2018
Last week Per from Sweden and Neil from London came to fish Skålestrømmen. They had picked a very good week. It was sunny and warm for he most time. The hatches were OK and the fishing very good too. Despite all the warm weather, Skålestrømmen stayed cool and the fish were active and very fit. It was not easy to keep them on once hooked.
Neil (he is also on the board) was very creative and really explored each and every corner of the area. Very inspiring to watch such dedicated fisherman. He tried everything he knew and also gave new methods a try. Per was game, but had a different approach. Both caught good fish and had great time.
During the day we tied flies, discussed the previous nights fishing and planned the next adventure.
I really missed the two when they had to leave after a very busy week.
Gourami the God of fish - Stu Tripney - from the Jungle
Saturday, 11 August 2018
For over the past thirteen years of visiting and fishing in Asia a dream of mine was to catch a native giant snakehead ,a black and white coloured one if possible. Every attempt I made was foiled by weather and overfishing by locals. That’s my best excuse and I”m sticking to it. Lucky for me I managed to land my dream fish the other week, though things have changed and my focus and obsession has changed .
Sunday, 12 August 2018
The roar of the river alone commands respect.
The churning white water - powerful enough to carve a canyon through solid basalt.
We came without flyrods to enjoy the sun, and the river.
When the first fish flew from the churning foam, it surprised us.
Then, one after another, they amazed, shocked, entertained, and humbled us with their wildness, power, grace, and determination.
Their devotion to the cause is so absolute that some die trying to make it home - beaten, battered, and dashed on the rocks.
But, wild and powerful like the river they ascend, many make it over.
Some make it look so easy it defies belief.