High Noon at Sabacchi

The view up past Christopher’s (and Charlie’s) office at Lower Varzuga. Actually it’s the only shot I took of this view with the Sabacchi rapids beyond and it was taken one evening, and not at noon – high or otherwise!

Here’s another post from my 2012 Varzuga visit of a couple of weeks ago but this time I urge you to look through to the Fish and Fly Blog in order to view in addition the video referred to here, which itself comes through via the Fish and Fly YouTube channel.

In my last instalment I’d been enjoying an early start before breakfast and later fishing with Eoin Fairgrieve on the Ultimate Salmon-fishing Course. After beaching a 6lb salmon on the lower home pool (Greenbank) we’d decided to walk upstream but encountered the sight of camp manager Jess James playing a very decent salmon with an extremely low-angled rod. It was a dramatic moment which I was videoing on my smartphone..

So the video was running, and Jess was taking his time. That is not to say he was not playing his salmon hard, because he was, giving it butt by pointing his rod almost directly at the fish which was careering around in the Sabacchi rapids below him. He was playing an eight-pounder plus the full force of the Varzuga and that’s quite a lot of energy to be hanging off the drag of your fly-reel.

The time was Noon in the Russian Federation. But just 9am in the UK, where decent working folk would be sitting down to their office computers and comparing notes on their Jubilee bank holiday experiences. (My own Jubilee Tuesday experience had comprised pulling my best fish of the week, a fresh and angry 10lb salmon from the Thirty Nine Steps flatwater halfway up Lower Varzuga’s bottom beat rapids but that’s another story..)

Back to Jess who had now made one attempt to grab the tail of his fish in swirling waters but now finally caught and released his salmon amid the difficult technical scenario of tucking his rod under his arm and extracting an admittedly barbless hook from the scissors.

‘Oh nice fish, nice fish Jess,’ said Eoin beside me [audible on the video]. Jess came towards us from the flow, rinsing his hands in the water and I kept the video running awaiting the memorable quote which I will not repeat here (this is a family website!) but it’s clearly there on the video footage!

At one point in the fight I had waded into the river five yards to try and grow the image of Jess relative to the frame but on balance it was better to avoid doing a Mark Spitz (or a Howard Evans, our course mate who swam the Heli pool from bank to bank after a banya on the last evening – again another story!) and end up floating downstream and certainly consigning my smartphone to a future as a paperweight perhaps but not as anything electrical that could work or send videos.

Now I had been due to spend the last hour of the morning fishing with Eoin up at The Wires upstream but I made my apologies instead and said I just had to have a cast in the spot Jess had just vacated and although Eoin caught four salmon, I think, up there before lunch I was not to regret my decision that gave me my best fishing experience of the week. Well one of two.

With Jess guiding and Egor on standby with the net we waded out until I could wade no further. I shot my best shooting-head overheader out into a glassy patch in the rapids and let the fly swing round, holding the rod out and high for line control (though perpendicular with the river) and with a well-tightened drag against the flow I fished off my Angel reel.

A fish took and it was sublime. Just let it go, the hooking was to prove perfectly in the scissors as the running fish just grabbed the fly and turned. It was a very nice medium sized Varzuga salmon and then it happened again 15 or 20 casts later – this time a belter of eight or nine pounds. It would have been superb to get a photo of this fish but impossible I’m afraid, although Jess who had gone to the bank took one of me playing it.

The fight in all that turbulent water with a very strong fish was memorable and heart churning.

And do you know what? I felt I’d earned my lunch that day at least …

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