Light showers lightly dampen the southern uplands of Scotland and water dribbles into arid burns and dissipates before it even enters the river. High pressure holds sway over the land. This is the arena of a July fishing week on the Nith.
Of course, we’ve still given it a go – there may be a stale sea trout prepared to tweak a small Donegal shrimp fly. Hopes fuelled that the five hours of light rain Sunday night/Monday morning have drawn a fish up through the turbid tidal race of Castledykes.
So far not. Closeburn riverkeeper Howard R said there are no fish. It seems this time he really may be right.
So the good people of WordPress have given me a gong. It looks like this. It is nice to have eight years marked. But to be honest I thought it was longer. Oh well, that makes me feel younger.
Apologies for rambling, I have just watched an extraordinary game of football between England and Belgium. Is that an excuse? You may need to be a football person (note the fashionable gender neutrality, whose trend-ability I’ve just impinged by referencing, oh well) to understand how it might be, i.e. how such a football match can scramble the mind somewhat. But since we’re talking about football (you saw what I did there?) for me it was the moment, as an Englishman, when I thought we might have ‘won’ the World Cup. Why? Because we did something very un-English. We lost our innocence. We did. (There is a little way to go as we meet the dangerously unpredictable Colombia on Tuesday night, but through guile and a bit of luck we have opened up a clear path to something that hasn’t happened in my lifetime, and I’m quite old these days, or at least 1966 was the year before I was born anyway).
Apologies for the stream of consciousness. But at least, unlike a literary hero of mine, James Joyce, I punctuate it. And it’s not as long as those chapters in Ulysses (a book that took me exactly one year to read; worth it though).
Meanwhile, here is a fish of 29lb being lifted up above the waters of the River Gaula on beat E2 in Kval, in Norway’s Trondelag. It was caught about a week ago. The guide (on the right) is Simon Kitcher. He is a good egg, and, as it happens, an Englishman. A geography teacher, in fact, back in Albion, who spends his long holiday out in Norway each year. I wonder if he also will be supporting Gareth and the boys about two thousand miles to the east in Moscow on Tuesday night.
Many thanks to Charles Cooke for this fabulous picture of the Tweed’s finest bit of salmon-catching water, photographed about half-way through today’s summer solstice. Charlie kindly heeded my request for a photo of the river.
What a river it is. I have been lucky to fish the Tweed a bit and like everywhere it is suffering a drop in salmon numbers at the moment but we all live in hope. Two fish were caught at Junction on Tuesday this week, one of them a 20-pounder.
Meanwhile there are reports of decent numbers of sea-trout in the Solway rivers. That is nice to hear.
A nice salmon caught from Delfur last week. Courtesy of Spey Fishery Board.
So the news keeps coming in. In Scotland the latest update was from the Spey, where fishing has been a little challenging in the warm, dry conditions. Like on other rivers the levels have been dropping like a stone and while great beats like Delfur and Knockando Continue reading
Paul Rouse fishes Kitza in a previous year and he had a decent fish on here, in very high water.
It was nice to see 187 of you drop by one day recently to view this blog. It made me realise I should be posting some more material so why not choose this first day of the Norwegian season? I know of two fish off the Norwegian Flyfishers Club waters of the Gaula today. A nice spring salmon off BS1 for Thies Reimers and another of 20lb odd from what looks to be the Junction pool, by Alessio Falorni.
Meanwhile on the Kola it was nice to see Brad Burns get a very solid day under his belt on the Kitza. Roxtons reported: “Kitza again was the best of the camps with 27 fish for their 9 Continue reading
It couldn’t be world famous fashion designer John Rocha could it, out fishing on Russia’s Varzuga river? Yes it could. Rather a bruising salmon, beautifully marked.
The Varzuga continues to produce its legendary spring fishing. Middle camp is the best bet and is where John R is fishing. But numbers of fish are slowly creeping up on Lower and the Kitza started this week, although it is very high and very cold on that Varzuga tributary.
Elsewhere, on the Nith in ‘the nearest wild part of Scotland’ (John Buchan), ‘You can call me’ Al Blyth, who does the reports on FishNith writes: ‘It’s been a late spring but the swallows are here, birds are singing and I saw the first ducklings this year. Continue reading