Saturday, March 28, 2015

About Fishing and Catching Fish...

The desire of fishermen to catch fish is unbounded. During time, catching fish was the primary goal of this occupation but is it still the primary goal for us? The answer is yes and no.

Spring shown to be generous with somewhat higher temperatures, blue sky and sun. For nearly a week I studied the section of a river on the google earth maps. The water was promising from what I have seen on the Internet. Without to waste time we got into the car and went fishing.





Arriving at the scene we were fascinated by the beauty of those places. A wide river with gin clear water and almost black ground delighted our eyes. After preparing our rods, we sat down on a bench by the river and looked for signs of activity on the water surface. Tiny flies swarmed but fish didn’t showed up.

Hard hours followed in which we tried to fool fish with dry flies. Then we changed to nymphs and streamers without any take. We took a break and thought about how we can turn score in our favour. We chilled our thirsty throats with great beer and smoked cigar enjoying the warm sun rays.





Before we started again fishing, we turned around some rocks to see what kind of candy was hiding behind them. There were plenty of dark mayfly larvae and gammarus. We changed on dark PT and gammarus imitations but our efforts were unsuccessful. Frustration grew larger and time was passing in our detriment. Later, my friend had a briefly contact with a nice fish who broke the line and won the fight.





We returned on the bench where we started, we sat down and meditated a few minutes about the fly fishing day that just ended. The fly fishing God wasn’t too generous to us but we were happy cause we had a great time outside and a deep gratitude filled our hearts.


For us the purpose of fly fishing is to spend as much time as possible in nature, to meditate, to forget about our worries, to get out of the daily routine, to relax, to observe and enjoy everything around us. Fish are just the cherries on the cake. 

Thursday, March 19, 2015

Friday the 13th...Story About Withdrawal

After the winter abstinence, withdrawal has become increasingly evident. Itchy fingers, restlessness and ever longer periods of daydreaming of fish and waters plagued me. Nothing else left to do but to get my medicine. I chose a Friday 13th for the treatment. Temperature went slightly over 0 degrees Celsius in the morning. No barrier of mother nature could stop me. I passed the point of no return and the desire to feel my opponent on the the other side of the line was unbounded. 


Water with semi-urban location, quite covered with branches and bushes on both sides, the shallow and clear water made every presentation extremely difficult. The cloudy sky was a pain in the ass and I could barely view some fish. The probability of catching some trout tended more and more towards the values of water temperature. Fish were inactive. No surface activity and not even nymphs seemed to be interesting. I changed five flies casting on a sighted fish but the trout was giving a shit about my nymphs and presentation. Frustrated, I went into the water to see if it is alive. Water was still very cold and the fish swam slowly away without to care too much about me.





After several hours without results, I found a deeper part of the river where to my surprise I managed to fool two quite fatty fish. The drill was unspectacular but I was happy. They were the first fish caught this year. I caught another two on the way to where I parked my car.  There shown signs that winter lost match this year. Snowdrops flourished on the river banks. Happy that I received the much needed piece of heaven, I warmed up with a cup of tea from the thermos bottle and drove home with a big smile on my face.  





Friday, February 27, 2015

Rise 2015

It's been almost two months since the year started and winter gets weaker every day. The cold season made me slow down engines a little bit. I didn't left the lair even I was thinking about some fly fishing days in the snow. Kept myself busy with fly tying on the fireside on days when thermometers were showing temperatures bellow freezing point. I managed to set some fly fishing goals for this year, to plan my summer holidays and hope to find the necessary time to share some of this little secrets with you. Certainly my blogger activity from this year is lacking and I predict it won’t change much in the future cause I have to put a lot of energy into the professional field. 


To get some fresh energy I decided together with my working colleague and fly fisherman Dr.O to drive to Munich on the 24th of February cause of “Rise Fly Fishing Film Festival”. About 170 persons didn't manage to fill an entire theatre but the atmosphere was relaxing and everybody waited with suspense for the great fly fishing movies. The show was split by a short break. During the first part they showed parts of some movies.

In “Those Moments”, 6 guides are presenting their fishing grounds, Alaska, Andros Island and British Columbia.  

YOW – Icelandic for yes” is a funny surf and fly fishing movie with great coastal landscapes and a lot of humor, definitely worth to watch it.  

“Carpland” takes the viewer on a tour trough Idaho, Michigan and California to catch the big daddy of  cyprinids. 


Out Of Touch” is about extreme redfish fly fishing on the Louisiana coast. The message is very clear, switch your phone off and enjoy the time while fishing. It was my favourite from this festival. 

All movies were very entertaining. After the break they played the main movie “Backcountry North Island”. New Zealand is a Mecca for those who want to catch capital brown trout. The movie contains the stories of seven fly fishermen fishing for giant trout on pristine places in the Kiwi backcountry. Great landscapes and huge fish. In my opinion it is worth 7 points out of 10. 


The festival was good and we had a great time. Now there is not much left till fly fishing season will start and soon I’ll be “out of touch”. :D 

Friday, December 26, 2014

Christmas Flies ...for Christmas Island

Winter is the main tying season for many European fly fishermen. A friend told me about his fishing trip on Christmas Island beginning of 2015 and I thought it would be nice to tie some flies for him. I took Dick Brown's Bonefish Fly Patterns from the shelf and chose some patterns (Christmas Island Flash Charlie, Christmas Island Special and The Bonecrusher). Hope the flies will bring him some nice fish. 







Wish you all a Merry Christmas ! Cheers ! 


Friday, November 28, 2014

Puros, ron y macabi...

The flight from Baracoa to Havana went smoothly. I was expected at the airport due to the impeccable organization of  Fly Fishing Dreams / Castaway and went with a cab to Playa Larga. I knew very well the road between Havana and Las Salinas cause of a previous visit two years ago. Playa Larga didn’t change much since my last visit so I felt kind of at home. I had a short meeting with the guide in the afternoon, then I enjoyed the sunset with a cigar on the terrace of casa Rivas (my home in Playa Larga for 3 days).


Next day, after a hearty breakfast, we went early in the morning to the lagoons of Las Salinas. On the way to our destination I had the opportunity to see colonies of flamingos, pelicans, egrets and some endemic birds in Cuba. Fishing took place from a small boat without out border. Las Salinas water depth varies between 20 cm and 1.5 meters.


During the first day there were several small obstacles, first of them being the weather. Rain, wind and the overcast sky made spotting fish and casting a little bit difficult. After several hours of searching I managed to identify about 17-20 meters from the boat the silhouette of a solitary bonefish. With mild emotions not to spook the fish, I cast a rubber legged gotcha on a hook no. 6 about 2-2.5 meters in front of the fish, then I started to strip the line with average speed. At about 10 meters from the boat I felt the tension in the line and after strip-strike within a few seconds the fish took the entire line and about 30 meters of backing. The spurt of adrenaline made me scream of happiness. My only thought in this situation was to land the fish. After another two runs, I managed to get the fish near the boat, a splendid bonefish around 4 lbs. After a few pictures, the fish was released.




After another 2 hours of searching fish in vain, my guide told me that maybe we should look for the bones in shallow mangrove water. Mangroves loomed over 150 meters when my guide M told me:

-     Mira, tailing fish! A lo lejos, cerca del manglar ! (Look, tailing fish! Far away, near the mangrove !)

I managed to recognise the fish only after we got near to their playing ground. With the same emotions as the first time, I cast the fly in front of a fish and waited till the fly reached the bottom after I started to strip the line without losing the fish tails from my sight. The fish followed and took the bait, then I felt the same stop like the first time. Like a rocket the fish went deep into my backing. The guide was looking at me with a smile that made his white teeth shine and whispered:

-         Gran macabi. Ahora lo llevan ! (Big bonefish. Now bring it out!)

I adjusted the reel brake to prevent a run of the fish into the mangroves and after a few minutes and a few shorter runs, the fish began to show signs of fatigue. It was slightly larger than the first one, somewhere around 5 lbs.. After there followed some fish between 3-4 lbs. we decided to end the fishing day.








The day turned out to be much better than expected, sun, clear skies and little wind (at least in the first half of the day). This time we headed from the beginning to the mangroves. Fish proved to be somewhat cautious. I changed the leader and I went on smaller flies (crazy Charlie and spawning shrimp) on hooks no. 8. Not to scare the fish I preferred to cast a few meters in front of them (sometimes 5-6 meters) and then wait until they reached the fly after I started to strip the line. 






After a few fish, M told me smiling:

-      Vamos a hacer un poco mas dificil! Que piensas? Vamos a pescado en el medio de los manglares! (Let’s make things a little bit more complicated! What do you think? Let’s fish between the mangroves!)

Without knowing exactly what to expect I answered with an OK! After I changed the 10 lbs. with a 12 lbs. leader and adjusted the reel brake to the limit of tippet resistance we headed for the new playground, much smaller and dotted with small mangrove trees and all kinds of water plants. I began to realize that the next test would become a difficult one and I was worried cause of the rod and line. Suddenly I hear M saying:

-         Macabi 12 o’clock, 10 metros! Lanzar! (Bonefish 12 o’clock, 10 meters! Cast!)    
      
There was  a small barrier of mangroves till to the fish. I asked a little bit unsure:

-         Estas seguro? (You sure?)

Ms firm response followed:

-         Ahora lanzar! (Cast immediately!)





I cast over the grass in front of the fish, started to strip the line in small steps, the fish took the fly and strip-strike followed. Like a fireball, my bonefish made his way trough the bushes. The rod bent like a bow, reel brake was moaning jerky and I started to lose my hope to see the fish in the boat. With great dexterity M maneuvered the boat among the mangroves and I managed to get my line back meter by meter. After another few minutes, sweaty I was holding the fish in my hand. What an experience, I thought. My guide was looking at me smiling then he asked me:

-         Te gusta? El macabi es una locura, pero estoy mas loco! (Do you like it? Bonefish is crazy but I am even more crazy!)

Till I was able to reply, I already heard him saying:

-         OK, una vez mas! (OK, one more time!)          

There followed more nice fish but i also lost some. At the end of the day I had13 hooked fish and managed to get 10 out of the water.






For the third day we decided to fish in the Rio Hatiguanico for tarpon and snook. Although Ms recommendation was another day in Las Salinas, maybe to catch a large barracuda or a lemon shark, I wanted very much to see this amazing river. Fishing in the river is less spectacular comparing to the flats. Blind casting on the mangroves lip with sinking lines can be dull but I hoped for a fish. Although we didn’t caught anything on this day, I had the opportunity to admire the local flora and fauna, including several families of manatees (Trichechus Manatus).





Next day in the plane on my way to Baracoa, I was thinking about my time in Playa Larga/Las Salinas and felt asleep dreaming of big exotic fish.
Salt leads to addiction!