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Aug 16

Salmon Clergy and Death.

Posted by David Lamb 

The above is a photo of Grandfathers salmon and trout reels. Both manufactured by Farlows circa 1930. I still use the trout reel which is in perfect order.

Having been persuaded by my web designer to become involved with blogging I have now been asked to blog about amusing incidents which have taken place here over the years. So taking the above heading as a starter here goes.

What on earth have salmon clergy and death got in common?

The year is 1935. The venue is the river here at Kilcoleman, and the characters are The Rev Canon Lamb (my Grandfather a Church of Ireland clergyman) and Canon Cochrane the local Roman Catholic PP. For those not familiar with Ireland in those days it must be said that for a Protestant and a Roman Catholic priest to be such good friends was far from common. Indeed both churches treated each other with suspicion, and regretfully at times disrespect. In the case of these two clergy, what brought them together was the love of salmon and trout fishing. From information passed down through the family the two spent many happy hours on the river and the following incident I think worth recording.

It was a Monday. The river was falling after a good flood and plenty of salmon were running. News arrived at Kilcoleman Rectory that a member of Grandfather’s flock had died. The relatives in question were informed that ‘The Canon’ was down at the river with ‘that priest his pal’ fishing. On hearing this they trekked to the river to find them. After some time and searching they came upon the anglers who were in deep conversation sitting on the river bank drinking tea and smoking their pipes. Having announced the death to my Grandfather, he in turn offered his deepest condolences and assured them that he would look after the funeral and not to worry about anything. However he asked “that as there is an excellent run of salmon running up the river which might only last another day, would they mind if the funeral was put back by a day? It makes no odds to the corpse who is now at rest.” They all agreed and went their various ways! It is said that after they had left my Grandfather said to his friend Canon Cochrane “Liam do you think I was disrespectful by asking that favour? Not at all Andrews I would have done exactly the same. After all we must protect our priorities”

A sequel to all this is that Grandfather died a few years later. At his funeral Canon Cochrane shouldered his coffin into our little Protestant church down the road and was in fact the first Roman Catholic to ever step foot in it. You can imagine the gossip that created! Ecumenicism was born that day in our small community.

On immediate matters. July was a mixed month with excellent trout angling throughout especially at dusk. A small spate in the middle of the month produced six salmon and one sea trout for guests from the UK plus myself.

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Tags : bandonriver, salmon, trout
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Jun 28

When is the best time

Posted by David Lamb 

When is the best time to come.

As a fishery owners this is a question I get asked above all others. Sadly my stock answer probably leaves the enquirer non the wiser for having asked it. The Bandon like many rivers in the south west of Ireland is very much a spate river, consequently runs of salmon depend on two fundamental factors. Firstly a good spell of rainfall is necessary to rise water levels. Two to three inches is ideal. Water levels start to rise about eighteen to twenty four hours after this initial rain. If no more falls within five to six days the river returns to the levels it was prior to this downpour. The second factor of course is that the salmon have to be in the estuary waiting to come up! No wonder therefore that trying to pick a weeks fishing holiday is such a gamble. There is however one saving grace in that we have a good stock of native wild brown trout who are ‘residents’ and not migrants like salmon. As an illustration of these factors we recently hosted two anglers and their spouses for a week. A week before they arrived we had 45mm of rain which produced six salmon in three days. The river started to fall two days before they arrived followed by a heat wave, so for their week they had a blank with salmon. However they enjoyed good trout fishing after 9.00pm, and wives and children enjoyed the terrific beaches we are blessed with in this region during the day. Pity they weren’t golfers as conditions where ideal!

Some years back we had a guest from San Antonio, Texas. A very quiet reserved character, he was a cigar smoker and partial to a drop of strong refreshment from an enormous hip flask especially when fishing. He said he would like a day off from Kilcoleman to fish the lakes of Killarney so that he could return home and say he’d ‘fished Killarney’. I arranged for him to go out in a boat with an old acquaintance of mine Pat O’Regan who owned a boat and new the lakes inside out. Pat was not in his prime of youth.The story goes that during the course of the day our Texan friend had a cigar in his mouth continually, said nothing, and only removed it to take a large swig of whiskey from his hip flask! Very few words passed between them until a mighty thunder storm developed. It took all Pat’s strength and skill to keep the boat under control. Eventually the storm passed and the sun shone again whereupon out Texan friend took a fresh cigar from its wrapper and before lighting up took an extra large gulp from his hip flask. He then proceeded to light a match which proved difficult because the rain had socked everything. He tried under his boots, under the seat, and then the gunnel of the boat. Eventually without success he looked at Pat and said “is any part of this goddamn boat dry”, to which Pat replied pointing with his finger “you could try the back of me throat sir”! Ah the wit of the Irish.

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Jun 04

Salmon or Trout

Posted by David Lamb 

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.

Categories : Kilcoleman Blog
Tags : bandonriver, cork, salmon, trout
May 01

April 2017

Posted by David Lamb 

April at the Kilcoleman Fishery produced 27mm of rain which is about 22% of normal for this month. Consequently fishing was poor although earlier in the month we had some good sport with trout. Last Saturday night we had 15mm which unfortunately was all absorbed by the ground and river levels were not effected.

We have just gone live on Facebook as advised by our web designer. This is new to us so please be patient! Apparently I have to us keywords which people would click on to search for our business. Google Analytics over the past 10 days has shown that the terms #flyfishingireland and #fly fishing cork have all been used the most! Also I’m told that I should put a # sign in front of them hence the above. All very strange to a guy who was bought up with a fountain pen to communicate! So please excuse the odd insertion of these words in future blogs even though they have nothing in the world to do with the subject matter.

We are considering placing our site on airbnb to generate more business. This means that in the future we will be separating the accommodation tariff from the fishing and golf. This will give fishing guests the opportunity to either book a weekly permit or a daily one (or indeed just the accommodation).

Just a reminder to guests who have already booked. The tariffs we agreed on when booking stand and any difference you see on our new web site do not apply to you.

Please keep us posted as to any errors or suggestions you notice in our new web site. Thanks

Till next time Best Wishes
David & Pat

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Apr 21

New Website

Posted by David Lamb 

To past guests and those who have visited our web site before, you will notice a complete change. Technology was over taking us so we decided to employ professionals to build a new one. Apart from layout and appearance it is now user friendly on tablets and smart phones which are being used more and more to seek information and browse the web. We have cut out some text and added more photos and videos. Indeed one of the videos is of me catching a salmon! A unique occasion at which my son Donald used a drone to video me casting. After my second cast a salmon took the fly. Unfortunately about two minutes into the excitement he stepped on a wasps nest which caused some alarm and a lot of edited language! Sadly due to all of this, me landing the fish was not recorded. Incidentally all this took place last September 2016.

Another addition to our new web site is the ability to book and pay on line with credit cards.

Rainfall for April has been well below average which has unfortunately affected salmon fishing. However trout fishing has been good when it’s been overcast.. We spent a couple of days last week cutting ranunculus which is in abundance this season. I suppose as a result of low water and warm temperatures.

Needless to say weather unsuitable for fishing often suits the golfers and indeed this has been the case for most of April. The course at our local club (Bandon) is in excellent condition. Greens are fast at present but not as fast as Augusta!

We are opening an account on Facebook and hope to meet some of you on this. However we are staying clear of Twitter so please excuse us for that omission.

Finally please let us know if there are problems with our new site and feel free to make constructive criticism. Feedback will be most welcomed.

For now ‘tight lines’ anglers, and ‘plenty of birdies’ for golfers.

Best Wishes David & Pat.

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Mar 14

See you in 2017

Posted by admin 

October 2016

The season ended on the 30th September. We had some good sport both in August and September with the Bandon system producing a good number of salmon. Our bookings at Kilcoleman were divided between anglers and golfers and both departed fully satisfied. It is said that the two sports have one thing in common and that is that we all head off in the morning full of enthusiasm and return in the evening full of realism! Well we all experienced plenty of the opposite.

We thank those returning guests for their continual custom. It was also a pleasure for both Pat and myself to have made many new friends during this past season.

We realize that our web site is becoming outdated and have plans for a new one in the pipe line. We will of course keep you updated.

We are now taking bookings for next year (2017).

Best Wishes

David & Pat

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Mar 13

May 2015

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On Wednesday afternoon the 13th the children from our local primary school came to Kilcoleman for a field trip. Organized by The Inland Fisheries Board they were shown all creatures that inhabit our river including salmon parr, trout, lamprey, elvers, sticklebacks, and numerous insect activity. As if stage managed there coincided with their visit to the river a marvelous hatch of Hawthorn Fly which resulted in a spectacular rise of trout!.
A blog of their visit can be found on the school site here.

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Mar 12

Kilcoleman in The Atlantic Salmon Journal

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Kilcoleman has featured on a number of occasions in Trout & Salmon magazine. Here is:

Ireland! by Jim Repine

Introduction

I had read and dreamed about Ireland for a couple of decades. After all, the fly-fishing tradition began there a century or so before it found its way to America. Funny, but the older I get the more interest I have in tradition and history. And finally! Here I was in the Cork airport, looking for my Irish host David Lamb.

The first thing to grasp, before you start packing, is the answer to the question that most people ask: “But what of all the troubles?” What is so little understood world-wide is that Ireland is two countries.

Northern Ireland, population 1.5 million, is under British rule. It is a very small portion of Ireland–being about the size of Hakkaido, Japan’s northern island. Northern Ireland is the part of Ireland that has the troubles that get so much press.

The rest of Ireland is a free, self-governing nation–the Republic of Ireland, population about 3.5 million. I found the Republic of Ireland a happy land of warm, friendly people, gorgeous scenery and fine fishing. If you live in any stateside urban area, your threat of violent crime is many times higher at home than in this peaceful country.

Ireland is to Northern Europe what Alaska is to the United States, though comparatively much easier to get to for European anglers (especially the English). It’s a low population, large island paradise of relatively unspoiled rivers, loughs (lakes) and streams. For Brits, it’s their nearest chance to cast over wild fish populations that include landlocked, sea-run and stream resident brown trout, huge pike and both landlocked and sea-run Atlantic salmon. And the European community takes advantage of this excellent fishing at its doorstep. I encountered French, Germans and Scots during my visit.

Good quality angling accommodations, guides, restaurants and world renowned pubs are all accessible and available in Ireland. For hundreds of thousands of U.S. fly-fishers east of the Mississippi, it’s a simple, economical and comfortable trip by any comparison.

The River Bandon

The first part of my trip to Ireland was spent with David Lamb, owner and host of the Kilcolman Fishery on the River Bandon, near Cork. David has a certain leprechaun’s twinkle in his eye when he tells ghillie jokes–and he knows many

The river Bandon flows forty miles form its source in Nowen Hill till meeting the sea off Kinsale. In Celtic mythology Bann was the Goddess of water, and this river was dedicated to her. Like so many salmon rivers elsewhere, the Bandon once hosted fish runs of staggering proportions. I saw three or four stretches of the river and each one held salmon.

Higher reaches of the Bandon are stream-like, bouncing and bubbling through long riffles and dropping into occasional slower moving runs and pools.There are small trout and even a few salmon on any one day. Throughout its middle portions, the Bandon widens. With the added water of several tributaries it still meanders but becomes a bit more placid. Then finally, the lower areas widen still more and eventually, near its mouth, becomes affected by tidal changes. From beginning to end the Bandon is scenically intriguing.

Our fisher is privately owned and has been with our family since 1748. It’s 1.2 miles and makes-up the northern boundary of Kilcoleman Park estate which is 240 acres,” David explained as we bounced through the 5 minute Jeep ride from his home to the river. Within 10 minutes of our arrival we were greeted by a huge salmon boil. Then we began spotting dark forms resting near the bottom. There were many. The annual average salmon catch from the Bandon is about 1,300 fish. Not like the good old days, yet still pretty fair odds for a relatively small river.

I came to Ireland to write and photograph, and thought two weeks sounds like enough, that’s not much time. It was hard on my conscience not to put the rod away for the cameras, but my fishing soul whispered just the right things. The Nikon stayed in its bag. Instead, I found a number 8 Futa Bugger, strung-up to my 8 weight Hexagraph. To add to my delight, I discovered that Wellingtons were all one needed to fish the Bandon. With the weather warm and sunny, not having to struggle into and later out of chest waders was like receiving a pardon from some terrible crime. It was hard to believe. Here I was doing something as keen as fishing gets-angling for salmon on the Emerald Isle.

Futa Buggers On The Bandon

As we approached the water David gave me an alternative version of ‘You should have been here yesterday.’ “The Damned water is just too low!” he snorted with agitation. “We’ve had no rain now for almost all of the summer. It just isn’t likely that a salmon will take with the water so low.”

Then he spotted the Futa bugger (one my creations–it is a bread and butter fly at my Futaleufu Lodge in Chile). “What on earth is that?” he groaned and then made a face like he had stepped in something. A congenial man by nature, my host probably wasn’t sure that such a fly wouldn’t foul the crystal clarity of his river. But like good lodge hosts everywhere…he remained calm friendly. On my fourth cast in Ireland a salmon made a lunge for the bugger. David saw it. I lifted the rod to strike way too fast, and never touched the fish. First my crazy fly and now a striking blunder worth of an over-eager youngster on his first trip. I was sure that my angler rating had fallen several points with my host. Then the unbelievable happened. The salmon jumped about 15 yards upriver, an honest 12 pounder. I began casting again and-whump!–he came back down river and grabbed my fly like a hungry bulldog snatches raw beef. Second chances don’t come often in salmon fishing. My reaction? The strike this time was even quicker. I jerked it right out of his mouth. The fish gave-up in disgust and swam away, probably rolling his eyes and muttering to himself about ‘Yanks’. I’m sure that David Lamb was having the same thoughts.

There were no takes after that. I eventually gave-up fishing for early evening light photos. David was now the owner of several Futa Buggers and we returned to home and hearth with a tale to talk over as we sipped wee drops of Jamieson.

The Kilcolman Fishery with David and Pat Lamb is a perfect place to begin an Irish fishing adventure. Guests are housed in a centuries old stone gatehouse, modernised with bath, kitchen, comfortable beds for four in two rooms and filled with ghosts of fishermen past.

Atlantic Salmon Journal Summer 1997

Story and photographs by Jim Repine

“So Paddy is the ghillie for this rich American client on a famous Irish lough. The Yank is staying at an old castle lodge, lovely but not cheap, and with a week of long windy days on the water they raise not a single fish Finally, in the last hour, comes a trout, not too big, but nonetheless a trout. The fisherman, having barely spoken in the last three days, holds the fish up and quips:

” ‘Paddy, do you realise that this one fish has cost me the best part of four thousand dollars?’

“‘Oh is that so Sir?’ says the ghillie. ‘Sure and begorra at that rate then I suppose it’s lucky you’ve only had the one!”‘

IF IRISH EYES do smile, that would explain the twinkle I saw in David Lamb’s eyes as he told me this story. He has a hat full of them. It was mid-September, the season on the fabled river Bandon was closing at the end of the month, and I was David’s guest for my first week ever in Ireland. There couldn’t be a better introduction.

“Are you bringing your wife?” he had asked over the phone during our last conversation before I left home in Chile. Sonia and I often travel and fish together.

“No. Not this time. We may become first-time grandparents before I can get back. Besides I’m coming for serious work, photos, story material, and…” He interrupted with a chuckle.

“Oh Jim, you’ll have a hard time being serious about anything in Ireland!”

In a way it turned out to be true, though not just as it sounded. I haven’t been anywhere where a quick sense of humor is more evident, yet the Irish take their fishing seriously. And not without reason. The Republic of Ireland is a salmon and trout angler’s paradise.

After 30 years of fishing Alaska, multiple visits to Montana, annual trips to both Eastern and Western Canada, weeks in Australia, months in Japan, 10 years in Patagonia, and 50 years of one-time angling adventures in other environs, I know of no area more uniquely attractive to salmon and trout fly fishers than the Republic of Ireland. (The Republic is independent of the at-times-embattled Northern Ireland, a possession of Great Britain.)

Medieval castles and churches stand over gorgeous countryside. There are hundreds of rivers, streams, and loughs serviced by ghillies, hotels, lodges, and bed and breakfasts at every level from humble to opulent. Fly fishing is emerging quickly as a satisfying way of seeing the world. Why not?

THE RIVER Bandon with both Atlantic salmon and sea trout is only 27 miles from Cork International Airport. It’s easy to rent a car, spend concentrated time convincing yourself to drive on the left side of the road, and have a pleasant trip to the Lamb’s Kilcoleman Fishery. The fishery is privately owned; in fact it has been in David’s family since 1742, and comprises more than a mile of private water But you can fish there. It works like this.

Accommodation is in a quaint, very old but modernized Irish gate house. Only four rods fish on a given day. There is a lounge with fireplace, and a dining room/kitchen on the ground floor, with two twin-bedded rooms upstairs. It’s complete with shower and toilet. Very cozy.

David Lamb can arrange a ghillie by day or week, yet I would suggest a little time on the water with his nibs at the beginning, and an evening chat or two as you go along will give you all you need. I didn’t find Irish fish uniquely nationalistic. They were in typical lies behaving quite salmonidish. Nor did I find any convincing reason, other than tradition, for exchanging nine foot rods for fourteeners.

David did have some suggestions about flies. “I don’t believe pattern matters very much,” David said with the quiet assurance of time tested knowledge, “”but the size of the hook I think is very important. There’s an old saying on the Bandon River, ‘You can never actually fish too small.’ Anglers do tend to choose flies they can see, and that attracts them rather than what the fish will actually take.”
“What would be a small fly on the Bandon?” I asked. “Fourteen.” David replied.
“Back in the late fifties, early sixties when I was coming home from school and college and things, salmon were very, very plentiful compared to nowadays. In all my salmon fishing, to be honest, as a youth, I had a Teal Blue and Silver, and a Hairy Mary stuck in my hat. I didn’t even have a fly box. I had three sizes of each, and I always had a March Brown and I caught as many fish as anyone. If a salmon came and didn’t take, I would go down a size. And invariably I’d have my fish. If I found a fish that came at me two or three times having tried a lower size, I would put on my March Brown and I would have him. It was my grandfather who passed on that tip.” Tales of the old days and thoughts of his grandpa had the smiling eyes almost misty.

I didn’t fish the Bandon much. Busy with photos and note-taking, I really only got serious for an hour or two on one especially beautiful afternoon. There were salmon visible, in fact every time I looked into the river with Polaroids I saw fish. (Recent catch records show an average of 1,300 salmon caught per season on this small river.)

Having neither Hairy Mary, Teal and Blue, or March Brown, I put on a #8 Futabugger (What’s that? If you tied a black Wooly Bugger using a rabbit strip for a tail, added a heavy peacock herl wing case with a mylar body wrap, you would come pretty close. I developed the pattern for Chile’s Futaleufu River trout, but have now taken everything with it from Steelhead, Pacific salmon and Atlantic’s, to brown, rainbow, and brook trout. Like its wooly cousin, it has turned out to be a universal attractor.) Through no fault of fish or fly though, I didn’t catch a salmon.

A nice fish rolled two or three times in an easy-to-reach pool. The wind even settled. It looked foolproof. Two false casts and the bugger was on an ideal drift. A deft mend and everything was in place. I have cast a lot of flies over a lot of Atlantic salmon. I have raised several, and even caught a few, yet each swirling grab still shocks the begeebers out of me. And this time it happened on the first drift.
As any good trout angler would, I struck instantly, a life long instinct honed over five decades. Wrong. He was gone. I never touched him.
“What do you do when a salmon strikes?” I asked myself out loud. “Nothing!” I answered.

Next an amazing thing happened. The fish jumped, maybe a 10-pounder. It happened pretty fast, then it circled back and grabbed the bugger again. Totally befuddled, I outsmarted him again with more instant reflex. The fish gave it up and went on his way. I sat on the grass beside this wonderful, small jewel of a river, mentally licking wounds, while David Lamb boiled us a spot of tea.

A rich American came to a certain lough to fish, arriving each morning with a huge hip flask of whiskey and an ample supply of big Cuban cigars. He fished diligently enough, though never without the smoke-belching stogie or long between generous pulls from the flask. There was almost no conversation between him and his ghillie, until on their fourth and final afternoon there came a drenching downpour. When the rain finished the fisherman revived himself with a long drink and broke out afresh cigar, but with everything so soaked couldn’t find a place to strike a match.”Say Paddy, “he asked his wet and shivering guide, “is there no place on this boat dry enough to strike this thing?” Paddy who for four days now had not been offered smoke nor drink replied: “Well sir, you might try the back of me throat!”

MY FIRST week in Ireland sharing the fine country home and lives of David, Pat and Granny Lamb were marvel filled days and evenings of new impressions, feelings, and emotions. Fishing lessons blended with geography, politics, history, excellent food and a wee dram now and again of ambrosial Irish whiskey. More than all the rest, I was treated to the warmest, most relaxed hospitality I can recall.

ATLANTIC SALMON JOURNAL SUMMER 1997

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Salmon Clergy and Death.

The above is a photo of Grandfathers salmon and trout reels. Both manufactured by Farlows circa 1930. I still use the trout reel which is in perfect order. Having been
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When is the best time

When is the best time to come. As a fishery owners this is a question I get asked above all others. Sadly my stock answer probably leaves the enquirer non

Salmon or Trout

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

April 2017

April at the Kilcoleman Fishery produced 27mm of rain which is about 22% of normal for this month. Consequently fishing was poor although earlier in the month we had some

New Website

To past guests and those who have visited our web site before, you will notice a complete change. Technology was over taking us so we decided to employ professionals to
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