Project Sungai Tiang
Monday, 25 May 2020
I was approached last year to see if I would be willing to assist the Orang Asli community in creating a fly fishing project, to generate jobs for the Orang Asli and an income for the local village, while both preserving and enhancing the local Mahseer fishing. So I paid a visit to the river at the end of last year, and explored it with my Gerik neighbour and good friend, Fong, along with the couple of local village anglers. And it’s a very interesting river! Quite beautiful and full of a small and healthy Mahseer population, that have returned after being virtually wiped up and the river being closed since 2015. There are in fact at least two species of Mahseer in the river as well as some large predatory Jungle Perch that hunt in packs.
Tuesday, 26 May 2020
When I grew up here in South Florida as a child, among other reasons, the end of May was always on my radar. For one reason, it was the time of year when school was concluded and summer vacation began. The exasperating thing was that it is also the time of year when South Florida commonly experienced a miniature version of a monsoon. Summer, the “wet” season as it became to be called, always seemed to start out with a bang. A few weeks of continuous rain was almost guaranteed.
The One Big Pike
Wednesday, 27 May 2020
Two and a half years ago I released a fine pike of 96cm in a small lake near my home. Since then my friend Hansi and I were fishing that lake many times without catching that one pike again. Of course we were wondering if that pike was still in there!?
Aldi vs Co-op
Thursday, 28 May 2020
I must admit that, given the current situation here in Wales, getting the inspiration to write a front page is tough work. I could compose a decent comparison of the wine selection of our local Co-Op store verses Aldi – getting to both involves a walk down the river, Aldi being a substantially longer trek that is a good 2 hour round trip. As it is, I’ve been pleasantly surprised by Aldi – their organic Pinot Grigio is a particular favourite and the Reisling is very quaffable. I’m perhaps not so keen on their red wines but I’m sure I’ll find a good one as I work through the various offerings. Oh, I should mention that their bourbon is pretty good too. But this isn’t particularly fishy or casting related.
The Turtle Hatch
Friday, 29 May 2020
My 2 fishing trips since the rules were clarified haven't been great, partly because I was too excited to get back on the water and partly because of other factors.
First day out I decided to go to a river that holds nice smallmouth with Hiromiki - who I'm starting to think might be my Jonah. It's a tough river, but has regularly produced fish in the 22-23 inch range for me over the last few seasons. Conditions were great and I was feeling pretty good about things. Unfortunately, after covering a couple of hundred metres of river we rounded a bend to see a coffer dam and an excavator working away, and turning the water the colour of chocolate milk. Bugger.
Saturday, 30 May 2020
Orange Terror is the name of a fly that was high (and I mean highly) succesful on the end of the leader of its creator, Niels Jørgen Plougman. Niels Jørgen and I fished and tied flies together many years ago, and with this fly, Niels Jørgen would pull out 2-3-4 sea trout for every one to two I caught. And reluctantly I’d switch over. Reluctantly because I really think the fly’s horrible and I was (and am) always keen to catch fish in flies that looks somewhat like what I think the fish are feeding on.
A Stroll.... Part 1
Sunday, 24 May 2020
" I am convinced that the essence of fishing is drawn from memory. I've thought about this a great deal. Why does this sport...if that's what it is, never get old like we do. Why do we still get excited about it, when so many other things in our lives have become predictable. I think it's because we remember when we fish. Not stories necessarily, but feelings, thrills that reside in our emotional memory bank. When we come out here we push certain buttons and the years begin falling away like coppery autumn leaves on the surface of the water, and we are children all over again for a little while. "