Started off tying on a white fly sort of a small silver fry imitation a few awful casts later I actually saw some improvement with getting some distance!
With no luck on the white fly I changed to a sinking bloodworm and after two casts I was into a lovely little rainbow trout which got away very quickly after a photo
Moving round the lake I tried going after some big brownies and tigers that I saw surface and they obviously new I was a novice because they made sure to nip and follow every cast but not take the bloody fly just to spite me
Changed over to a black and gold fly which was a slow sinker and slowly pulled it in and boom a lovely rainbow again probably just over a pound which was a lovely again lovely fight and jumping everywhere like the water was a bouncy castle! Another cast and again I was into another beautiful rainbow around 3lb
Wandering around having a few more casts and losing a big fish which looking like a big tiger trout.
But it’s all a learning curve at the end of the day but as the trout season draws closer I’m very much looking forward to getting out and casting a fly around!
But to everyone out this weekend I wish you the best of luck and hope you catch the fish of your dreams!
Pike on fly is easily some of the most exhilarating pike fishing you’ll ever experience the impressive takes, the light tackle, the fact that you are the only drag just makes it such a raw method of fishing and we all love that! However using the correct gear is so important these fish fight hard and you need to be prepared with the correct tackle.
The rods are usually 9-10WT rods and i use a 9ft rod as i find it easier to use in the sea too. My rod is an Airflo Delta Classic really nice action on the rod and it just looks mega!!
The reel is again an Airflo reel this time its the t6 in 9-11WT, this is a solid reel properly made for the saltwater setting it can really handle all the stick you give it. and its shiny so who wont love it!
The line is so important, if you buy cheap good luck sending these massive flys. Iuse the airflo sniper 40+ you could cast a wet jack russel with that line! but most of the vision grand daddy lines will be just as good.
Onto the terminal tackle, i use a short length of strong fluro to 12″ of wire. Remember to make this strong as you need to strip strike hard on these fish! Now the flys anything from 10-40cm are used, streamers work well and if you want to use tailed baits be sure to pick up a 10WT. Many people make them including me if your interested in some fly then send me a message on Facebook or instagram on the account “esox express” or i recommend speaking to danny parkins as he ties gorgeous flys too.
But beyond that now is the best time to get into some fishing for them with the temp getting cold you can work these flys so much slower than lures giving them the edge over lures, be sure to check out fly fishing for pike this winter you wont regret it!
Here is my blog from my best carp fly session ever, I haven’t been out for carp in a while but will be going tomorrow to see if I can smash this PB!
so sit back and have a read I hope you enjoy this little issue of my fishing!
The session was meant to start at 7:00 when the fishery opened but after my buddy made a massive mess and pulling me around about 3 shops to find dog biscuits but finally we found them and we were off, after picking the swim we baited up little and often with dog biscuits and bread. The dog biscuits highly outfished bread despite both working on different days.
My bud was picking up decently sized fish all day on a float rod and my baby only came in the last hour before having to leave for work. She was a perfectly scaled shiny gold common and took about7-8 runs before finally coming to the net and almost spooled me took me right down into backing like a salmon loved every minute despite waking up with a massive arm ache and wanting to cut my arm off it was spectacular.
once letting her rest in the net I packed up and went to work but was a fantastic way to start the day. she went 13lb wish I could have gotten a bigger one so back out tomorrow!
If you’d like to see the fight and the method I used to catch this beauty I will link the video here. Thanks guys!
A while ago I picked up a second-hand fly rod & reel for £15, an absolute bargain! After buying a brand new floating fly line for £17 I went to my local carp fishery with some bread flys. This was my second ever carp session and first-ever fly session, however, I managed to pick up the casting method quickly and was on my way to catching my first fly caught fish. As the session progressed I learnt it was best to keep bread in the water at all times as it really sparks the small fish up which attracts the big fish.
The session was exhilarating seeing carp after carp come and bite, swirl and show interest in my fly, I missed many fish and I wasn’t quick enough on the hookset. However it’s all learning and improving, and luckily within 10 minutes I had my first fish on, I timed the hookset correctly and bang a lovely mirror ripping my line away and giving my arm an ache that every fisherman dreams of. She wasn’t very big estimated at between 7-10lb but she gave me a hell of a fight sprinting away from the net at least 3 times before finally coming into the net. The whole fight took me 14minutes and 38 seconds, for a 7lb carp… I can’t imagine what a double-figure would be like! this fish was caught at about 10:00 and for the rest of the day it went quiet until one of my last casts into the evening where I had my most stunning mirror ever despite being smaller hit my fly, this one tried to take me into the reeds multiple times as that’s where she was all day splashing about and slurping. lucky my 10lb leader help up to the job and I managed to pull her out of the snags. It was another mirror but this time with amazing scales and gold, white and brown colours painting across her back.
All fish were released back into the fishery. My next goal is to get their ghost carp on a fly, back in 2019 she was 19.7lb so way into her 20s now and what a fight id get from the prettiest carp known to man.
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An old college mate of mine called Tony asked me whilst we were wetting a line at the fantastic Bury Hill Fisheries in Dorking, Surrey if I fancied a bash at fly fishing. He was a bit of a dab hand already, he is in fact one of the best all-round fisherman I’ve ever known. “Sounds like a plan,” I said, where shall I cast my first fly? How about Lough Corrib in Ireland?” was his intriguing reply.
Being a great fan of the Emerald Isle I promptly agreed to the trip, scheduled for the following March. I had about five months to hone my fluff-chucking skills.
As is typical of me, I waited until two weeks before the trip to purchase an entry level fly rod, reel and some little hooks with colourful, tufty bits attached and names like “orange booby,” as well as to book a casting lesson at my local trout fishery.
On the day of my one-hour lesson I was greeted by a Jack Hargreaves’s doppelgänger, the man was a ringer for my boyhood “Out Of Town” hero.
He even had a pipe clenched between his teeth and that patient, amiable delivery that Jack was famous for. I never mentioned this uncanny resemblance to the man, I suspected he was reminded of it all the time, I just enjoyed the moment as best I could in between my utterly fruitless attempts at casting a fly. The Jack lookalikey even chuckled “you’re casting like a dead man” when it became apparent to him that I was a no-hoper. At the end of the lesson he was even reluctant to take my twenty five quid as I’d made no progress whatsoever. And this, sadly, was to be the my fate. Despite several trout, sea trout and salmon fishing sorties in England, Scotland and Ireland, I never got the hang of casting, despite catching numerous trout and an 8.5lb salmon. It was made worse by the fact that I was accompanied on these trips by anglers, including my mate Tony, of enormous technical and entomological skill that could cast to the horizon, or to a tight spot no bigger than a dinner plate, and could “match the hatch” with enviable accuracy. But they were good friends and never once mocked my fly fishing inadequacies, not to my face anyway!
My first trip to Corrib, a vast glacial lake covering an area of sixty eight square miles, was a highly enjoyable, but fairly frustrating soirée into the deep and windswept end of wild lough fishing. We’d rented a lodge on the northern tip of Corrib in a hamlet called Cong and the king of Cong was the lodge owner Roy, as Celtic as a man can be. Roy was as big as a house with a shock of fiery red hair and a matching thicket of a beard that cascaded almost as far as his chest. He had piercing blue eyes that spoke a thousand words, which was just as well because he barely said a word. If he’d turned up to greet us naked to the waist, covered in wode, wearing a kilt and swinging a shillelagh around his head it wouldn’t have surprised me.
In stark contrast was his wife Sorcha, a diminutive, dark haired lady with a sweet nature, a sharp wit and renowned creator of some the best packed lunches I’ve ever had the pleasure to eat. One night after a exemplary dinner enlivened by the odd glass of Black Bush, I called her Scorcher instead of Sorcha, a slip of the tongue she found most amusing. Roy, however, just stared at me from a dark corner of the dining room. That night I wedged my bedroom door shut with a chair, just in case.
Fishing Corrib is wild fishing at its wildest. The quarry was pristine brown trout pursued from a nineteen foot Irish fishing boat, allowed to drift with the wind to cover as much water as possible.
I’ve no recollection of the names of the flies we used to fish for the brownies, but I do know they strongly resembled the multitudinous hatches of flying insects emerging from the shallower water surrounding the Lough’s many islands.
I fished every day for four days from one of those boats, and I never caught a thing. My fellow ship mates, however, often caught fish into double figures. It was a bit humiliating, but then I couldn’t cast far enough to fish effectively.
Despite my complete ineptitude, the trip was great fun, and on one occasion, dramatic. The anti-English sentiment still simmers amongst a very small Irish contingent, and a member of that contingent decided to drive his very fast motor boat through all of our lines one day, simply because we were English. He lived to regret it though, because when Roy found out what he’d done, he persuaded him in no uncertain terms to never do it again, so Scorcher said anyway.
I’ve no idea if it was the same guy but during a visit to a tiny local pub alive with laughter, music and excellent Guinness, I was threatened, up at the bar in front of everyone, by an extremely scary Irishman who stood well over six feet, with a bushy black beard, a battered donkey jacket and a look in his eyes that screamed death to the English. It was like a Western, the music stopped and everyone looked our way, there was total silence. I could feel my bowels turn to water, (the four pints of Guinness didn’t help), but in a flash Tony was by my side and we fronted the guy out best we could. He was obviously pissed and, thankfully, unintelligible, but his guttural voice held real menace. The landlady, with a quiet word and a hand on his arm, diffused the situation and he slammed his pint down and left. Instantly, the laughter and music flared up again as if nothing had happened. Two pints of Guinness, on the house, were placed on the bar for us and not a word was said. As I say, it’s a wild spot, Corrib.
Despite my near death experience, I had unfinished business with the place, so exactly a year later I returned to redeem myself. My casting skills were much the same but due to the concerted and kindly efforts of an excellent ghillie called Tom, I managed to catch twelve brown trout over the course of four days, which resulted in a congratulatory grunt from Roy, the most the man had said to me in two trips!