Salmon or Trout?
I’m sure to many the thought of living within a ten minute walk to a river would seem like living in paradise. I am fortunate to have been blessed with this scenario all my life. I first held a home made rod made from a bamboo at the age of seven. In those days it wasn’t frowned upon to fish for brownies with a worm, and many a fine trout I caught with the same. I distinctly remember having a very brief encounter with a salmon which took not only the worm but most of the leader and line as well! It wasn’t long before I was weaned onto a more respectful form of fishing when my Father taught me to cast with a Hardy 9ft fly rod. A “Patagonia” as I recall. Eventually around the age of fourteen, having had my ‘apprenticeship’ so to speak on trout I was permitted to cast a fly for a salmon. Then began the dilemma as to whether I go to the river with a salmon rod or a trout rod, or indeed both. The choice of both I soon discovered was a disaster because if there was a good hatch of fly one concentrated on trout whereupon one would see a salmon rise and immediately pick up the appropriate rod. Result… Home with nothing! Nowadays the decision has become easier because our river has become far more a spate river. If there’s a good height of water I tend to get the salmon rod out. However how many times have you hooked a salmon on a trout rod and visa versa? Just after a brown flood I have many times caught a fine trout on a large Alleys Shrimp. On the other hand, fishing for trout (especially at last light in the evening) I have on many an occasion hooked a nice salmon or grilse; especially on a ‘Bloody Butcher’.
This leads me into our report and news for May. An extremely dry month with at times cold northerly winds. Not conducive to good angling. The odd trout was persuaded to come to wet fly but there was little surface activity. On the night of the 26th while casting for a trout on the tail of Dalys Turn a salmon took. It didn’t show but for the short time I had it on I reckon it was a good fish. It wasn’t a Bloody Butcher but a Wickhams Fancy.
One bit of sad news for those who’ve been here. Jack the pure white Jack Russell was laid to rest on the 31st. aged seventeen. Born in Hawaii, and emigrated to Ireland at age two. He was run over by a car when seven years old resulting in major pelvic surgery, then six times recovering from other near death incidents. One would have to say quite a character! Like all family pets he will be missed. Lucy is now Top Dog.